Rain

Wonder why the rain won't stop
Ask me if I'm gray or not
Think I'm over this, yeah
Think I'm over this, yeah, whoa

I won't blow up, I might never blow up
I might never live the city that made me me, I know it
Struggle for the rent, penthouse, keep up images
I'm bipolar but I like playing innocent, yeah
I've got a vice way more than groupies
Talking strippers and escorts, anxiety, stress more
Like I got nothing left, the one that said nothing
Always said it best, that's the truth
Yeah, dead in the booth 'cause I hate myself
How does greatness feel, I'm tasting it and facing it
Saw some light, I'm taking it, I'm breaking in
I'm up in northern Michigan, smoking things, I'm floating up, yeah, yeah
I need to pay someone to say that you can do it
Do not give up, it's okay, eh
Just like everybody else do, yeah
I doubt myself every day, yeah

Wonder why the rain won't stop
Ask me if I'm gray or not
Think I'm over this, yeah
Think I'm over this, yeah, yeah, 'cause

Fame ain't what it cracked out to be
People stab y our bag then they leave
Think I'm over this, yeah
Think I'm over this, yeah, yeah, oh