I ain't the first to point out it would come to this
My happiness dwindles with sunniness
And as the summer comes around, I miss the rain
The white noise fuzziness
It helps me sleep right through the pain
It keeps me nice and numb to this
I sit in my room, making a beat, tryna sound like Kanye West
While I'm dressed in the exact opposite of what's my Sunday best
I show it to my friends, they ain't impressed
They all say "what's next?", and it's funny
I don't know who to go to, I got nobody to text
So I sit here listening to the rain hit my windowsill
And the music usually carries me, but this one is when my flow will
But let's be honest, this beat is definitely high on the Scoville
Who cares if someone else sampled this?
I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, yeah
And I'm paving my own pathway
I may carry his name but I don't just do what my dad say
Yeah, for me, whenever it's raining out, it can never be a bad day
And I may not be what everyone wants but I'll try to meet 'em halfway
