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Fitting for this monsoon coming down in Chicago this evening.

[Verse 1:]
It’s six o’clock I’m hoppin’ out of the bed
Rain fallin’, callin’ ex but my phoneline is dead
I guess my bills ain’t paid
No ride to work for the day
Second option hop the bus but there’s a traffic delay
My boss trippin’ cause I’m runnin’ late and ain’t no excuse
When I’m about to be 22 without a whip I could swoop
Feel like I’m fixin to shoot my own dome with chrome to escape
Zonin’ out cause workin workin out ain’t worth what I make
My lady callin’ buggin’ always fussin’ just cause we ain’t ballin’
But it’s hard because her cousin is f–kin’ rich cause her husband’s hustlin’
And I ain’t f–kin touchin’ nothin’ but a mic
Five o’clock and off of work ready to go home and write
But I ain’t got a buck to catch the bus, chillin’ at the stop
Rain fallin’ hard as ever and it’s soakin’ my socks
F–k it, kick my kicks off and took off my jacket
Roll my jeans up beat up and my headphones blastin’
Blazed some weed up and started laughin’
While I’m splashin’ in puddles like
Mothaf–k a struggle we dancin’ in the rain

[Chorus 1:]
Don’t nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo a-s… just move yo a-s
Don’t nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo a-s… just move yo a-s

[Verse 2:]
Sometimes I hate takin trips to the lab
Got my pen and pad bookin’ instrumentals in smash
Catch the bus regardless
Tryin’ hard to be an artist
But my A&R be callin’ me out my zone into his office
Bein’ cautious cause he don’t want my record to break
Askin’ me how I think my projects progressin’ and shit
I say cool but the truth is I’m stressin’ a grip
Cause it’s hard to make music when this depression exists
They say use it as inspiration, the best of them did
But as the Mc I can’t handle this pressure for shit
And if you ask me stress is a bitch
My girl needs more attention
And my record label is desperate for hits
Now I’m pissed cause I’m gettin’ out the zone again
Makes me start to dread when I see a microphone
It ain’t supposed to be like that
I said I’ll be right back
I left the office, got a phone and called my partner Jack
And I asked him, remind me why I’m rappin’?
And right before he answered I remembered my pa-sion in the past
When I was scribblin’ in my tablet to box out my mom and dads scrrappin’
To help me when my grandmother pa-sed
Plus the many times I was homeless
And the times when I was broke
And this music made a way when I was hopeless
He told me to remember the rain, it’ll diminish the pain
He told me not to ask him again cause I know

[Chorus 2:]
Don’t nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo a-s… just move yo a-s
Don’t nobody wanna [x3]
Dance… slow… in… the… rain

[Chorus 1]
Blu and Ex
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.