HOOK(X2):

But when it rains it pours

Dealing with pain withdrawal

But when it rains it pours

Dealing with pain withdrawal

I put my knees on the floor

I gata speak to the Lord

I gata speak to the Lord

VERSE 1(Re-Key)

I feel like my talent a waste man in this waste land, what a waste man

I feel like I needed to disband I'm the best brand not the best man

No wedding day but I'm in a tux, so smart that it kinda sucks

Pot of Gold for Leprechauns but the black man we get rotten luck

Now pour me some whiskey from Ireland, make her buss it buss it like a caravan

The moment you think that you gat me down I come underhand with another plan

Now RIP to Aretha but my favorite Franklin Benjamin

Niggas turning into jokers till I stick it all up in their Harley Quinns

Uh, but when it rain it pours, deling with pain withdrawal

They trynna see me fall, just like they CD4

I'm nothing you've seen before, I'm wavy and Lyrical

Like Metro I need some more, I've been smoking on Indigo

Now my life in color and 3d, need some glasses if you trynna see me

Mexican is the gang gat you deceased, squad full of heroes like DC

Gat you swimming with fish, Aquaman

Red cape, Superman

Black hearts, Batman

You a super villain in the trap man

HOOK(X2):

But when it rains it pours

Dealing with pain withdrawal

But when it rains it pours

Dealing with pain withdrawal

I put my knees on the floor

I gata speak to the Lord

I gata speak to the Lord

VERSE 2(PBMC):

If she ain't fucking on the first date then it's first and last hoe get it straight

Wine and dine below your slim waist tell me why wait for some h'orderves when you dessert

You got your need first, before I dee skirt (skrr)

You super diski hala,woza nana if you with me

Didn't she used to work at Tiffany's her body singing like it's Whitney

Might OD in that punani gat dope dick for you mami

Ain't the first batter up the plate, so why you wanna keep it first base

I knock it out in the worst way you can have it good

But you acting like you gat it good, bitch you trynna hit the snooze

You lose, something like your boyfriend, I can never be your boyfriend

Matter of fact we are not friends we acquaintances on the cock end

Haha get it? Matter of fact no forget it

This dope dick is anesthetic

Probably cure stress depressing when you argue with him

Start reminiscing bout the things that we did bout the way that I hit

Bit your lip then hit him with a little kiss,lame niggas eat the shit

Cry me a river bitch you ain't nothing but a party trick

You flip for the flick-a-wrist, all of the sudden now you pregnant bitch

How'd I know you gon say that shit? Guess when it rains it pours