Play in the Rain - Futuristic, Dizzy Wright

Yo, I remember them crazy days, in eight grade

I would kiss your face in the rain

And watch your makeup fade away

You was pure, I promised you I would stay and wait

Left for the weekend, came back and heard you gave it away

Couldn’t believe it, plus my family breaking into pieces

My pops cheated, now my mama been searching for Jesus

My sister in Atlanta, my other one’s just a fetus

In a woman that I can’t stand and don’t want my dad to be with

Not defeated, just a teen raising my brother

Saving a lil money to help my mom through the struggle

Saw my brothers every now and then, but now I’m like, fuck them

I tried to let them in on the biz, but I can’t trust them

It’s disgusting how these niggas act

Yeah, my childhood wasn’t perfect

But I would do anything just to get it back

Without my grandmama around it ain’t the same

I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain

We used to play out in the rain…

Yo, without a question, I’m second guessing some things

Y’all better feed off me, you standing next to a king

Confessing my flaws, but yet I’m still the best in the ring

Finna put my paws on the jaws of the other teams

Mister angry man, heard he got a swing like Mike Tyson

Heard he like fighting, we should convert that into boxing

Nigga switched my motives and slowly I got it popping

Then my nigga got popped, pop, then I stopped it

Fuck life, fuck life, fuck a sin, fuck starting a trend

My brother in the pen and I’m still looking for revenge

Walking down my hood, reminiscing 'bout my kin

Now I’m sitting in this den, sentimental with this pen

Then again, we was young men with no guidance

Tryna avoid trouble, smoking weed, no violence

We ain’t hiding, finna live life and get paid

We was never afraid, them was the days, yeah, yeah

We used to play out in the rain…

Yeah, yo, I’d ride my bike to the neighborhood that you lived in

Your mama was asleep, cracked the window, then let me slip in

Lost track of time, conversation until the sun came up

You fell asleep on my chest, then I looked at women different

Intentions to be everything that you ever envisioned

Saw you kissing another nigga, hit him and got suspended

Guess my lesson learned

Get it off my chest, when I express with words

It’s all a lie if they tell you it’s better left unheard

It just occured to me, I’m dwelling on the negative

I struggle then I hustle, yeah, but that’s getting repetitive

Let’s not forget them crazy summers that we always had

Nintendo sixty four, bumping Michael Jackson bad

Hit the pad, playing tag with my friends in the cul-de-sac

Cooper pretending I’m Shawn Kim, raw shit

We grew up and things changed

I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain

We used to play out in the rain…