for someone else to blame Yesterday is Yours forever No one knows tomorrow's Name No one's ever known her Name Be not Blind to life's abundance Ecstasy
powder on the table make a ski slope you looking at me young rich porter and some raybans bitch I'm finna blow the money trial, this my rain dance I'ma have my name
wall of the VIP like Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes Like ehh! Everybody say, "Mr. Rain Man Can we have a rainy
rain?s fallin? everyday There?s just one heart where there once was two That?s the way it?s gotta be until I get over you, you That?s the way it?s gotta
rain Come again, walking along In the mission in the rain All the things I planned to do I only did half way Tomorrow will be Sunday Born of rainy Saturday There's
't judge Tiger Woods but I over stand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs Yo it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools
stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
draw the line Goodbye yesterday Tomorrow's all that counts As life goes round 'n round And if you keep the faith Time will call your name Tomorrow's
my pain) Fa che piova (Let it rain) che sia la pace il nome d'amor (That peace would be the name of love) Through the rain I saw a child just like my
chitter chatter that doesn't matter That's torn and tatteredm, there's angels on the ladder There's laughter strip away the extra plaster I'm crashing fast, it's
been Sally, don't let the rain get you down, Look out the window Something's coming in that's gonna chase away your sorrow. Don't let the rain get you
the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow Name
mourn Keep flossin' as long as my name Lives on what's most important I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics It'd rain
in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray painted doors with the flames on 'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's
Do you still say your prayers little darlin' do you go to bed at night Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright But tommorow's fall in number
thought we was the perfect team I worked a little harder, yes, i was like my father All through the rain, sleet, and snow like it was no tomorrow I had
wallabies Raining mahogany Here's a dollar for the trees We worship weed like idolatry Silly bitches with conniving thoughts Sticking knives and folks Don't understand what it's
won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy
