Raindrops fall slow to the ground
If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound
That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town
Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds..

Or a hallf ounce of that fresh bacon got you wakin' up
Comin' round staying plush like some goos down duck
Hater's in an instance leave em in the wrong dimension
As we time travel back to '84 and I should mention
I was born then back when the olympics hit the city
I was just a little bitty kid who hadn't learned a lesson yet
Hadn't held a teddy or had a bowl of spaghetti
But my parent raised me ready to go out and get a steady check
That's in the future cause I'm searching for enlightenment
On a path of righteousness and I know I'm nice with this
But I'm staying humble cause I know that I am not the best
So I listen closely to the pitter pat of nature's track..

Raindrops fall slow to the ground
If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound
That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town
Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds..

Or a simple head nod we acknowledge that your standing there
But you're acting like your scared thought that you should be aware
That I am not a villain with a pistol and a chronic sack
Oh wait I should take that back
We should roll one up in fact
Maybe then you'll just relax and listen to the melody
Playing in cacophony on the track that's backin' me
Sailing on the open seas of imagination bruh
Learning how to share the love
Like the gathered clouds above
Think you need a pair of gloves just so you can hold the mic
Cause you covered up in ice and you trynna twist a dub
Asking can you get a light I'm a little busy bud
Trying to make a living selling music in this industry
I should be the guy to see and my homies making rounds
Like the scene is lost and found no one seems to hear the sounds raining down around thier heads
I'll sample nature's symphony
Even on a rainy day I can make a fire G...

Raindrops fall slow to the ground
If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound
That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town
Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds..