It Rains Outside

It rains outside the windows’ open
Felling the cold wind on my back
Yeah i’m supposed to feel frozen
If it wasn’t for the heat in this track
Black man crazy world loose words
Gave up the dreams to be flyer than birds
Hit the models, make the big g’s
I’m just trying to stay alive like Bee Gees
To make raps fly like butterflies and sting like bees, geez
I’m just an old g, with a life that's been more nuts than deez, but I still open doors without holding Keys, huh
Chuva de rimas então falo o que dá na telha, disseram nossa bandeira nunca será vermelha
Mas e todo sangue derramado pelos ora pois, e outras violências, ela sempre foi, se finge de daltônico e dá o tom que quiser
Mas eu te faço enxergar com os ouvidos tipo Tom Zé que já fez gente enxergar por outros olhos, chove lá fora mas é com meu molho que eu te molho (sauce)
It rains outside
It rains outside the windows’ open, felling the cold wind on my back
Yeah i’m supposed to feel frozen, if it wasn’t for the heat in this track