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Rain - Mick Jenkins
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Rain - Mick Jenkins
[Produced by KAYTRANADA]

[Verse 1]
Hit this Indonesia, tell me how you feel, we got hella chill
Alcohol never was the thrill, hella ginger ale (hella ginger ale, my nigga)
I'm too on point, no need to point 'em out or pin the tail
The vegetari breath easy, no Benadryl
Like huh? What? Where did this nigga come from?
He speak his spoke with so many layers, he must be onion
I am peeling back all these roots
The feeling is that you're less appealing once you get to peeling back all these truths
That's a lot, still in the back of black coupes
They peeling caps in the streets
But shorty just poppin' wheelies, not bulletproof
Hit this helium, I'm straight past your ceiling like fuck the roof
And I'm healin' 'em, straight penicillin out the syringe
Sealin' the joint with lemon kush
And jasmine blends the bride and groom
Seal territory in these waters, fuck a Heidi Klum
Fuck a tidy room, it's dirty in these streets
Out my window, I can see it, nigga, searching for defeat

[Hook]
Out my window, I can see my people's pain
Never tears, though, they blend in with the rain
Shit is gettin' old, niggas grindin' for the gold
Ain't really no goal, he just shinin' for the hoes
And she got her ass out, she just tryna get chose
All I ever brought was ginger ale for when it throws
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