Bishop Lamont - The Rain lyrics

[Intro: Liz Rodrigues] One... Two... Three... Four... [Hook] Waiting for the rain Mirror in the hallway, no reflection I think I've gone insane Letters on the wall give me direction [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] It's Friday night, I'm just sittin at home.. In the zone with the TV on Lookin at Beyonce with some s**y sh** on Thinkin Jay better be hittin that sh** right, holmes Oooooh~!! n***a, I would -- {*phone rings*} Phone ring Interupt me from my dream, it's my n***a Naseem ("Ah sh**, wa**up my n***a?") On the other end like ("Dude, what it do? It's ya b-day n***a, we got partyin to do!") Nah, I'mma chill at the crib, take it slow Bust a b**h here, it really ain't nowhere to go ("Hell no! You remember them b**hes from the show?") - Naw ("And two bad b**hes I met at the club dancin?") - Aight ("Called me up, talkin 'bout some party at her mansion") Homie, it's rainin, I ain't trippin off that ("Well n***a I am, that white b**h a** was fat f** that, we rollin, be there in thirty, holla back!") [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] Wait a minute.. I hear a horn beep, it's Naseem in the driveway ("Here I come, man!") And a voice sayin, "Bishop don't go, stay" I brushed it off, hopped in, we slowly drove away Tryna joke and sh**, but the feeling won't go away It's like I'm heavy in a cloud of dread I'm lifeless, numb like I'm already dead I turn the music up, flirt with the b**hes in back ("Yo wa**up?") Yeah they pretty, feelin giddy off of purple kush sack Forty minutes later, I'm like, "Where the f** we at?" Out in the middle of nowhere, the roads is pitch black Finally we pa**ed thru some creepy a** gates Up a tall winding hill to a plush a** estate Arrive inside, not too packed but it's poppin Had a few drinks, b**hes already jockin Macked a cute freak, it's goin down for sure Then the music go out, they pull out a Ouija board - What the f**? [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Yeah, they on some weird sh** ("What the f** are these weirdos doin, man?") I just sit back and watch Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac I ain't witht hat Satan sh**, this is where it stops Grab they keys, "Naseem n***a, it's back to the block" ("f** that!") Baby like, "Naw don't freak, it's just a game We did this last time, it's the same ol' thang" ("sh**") She grabbed me by the arms, pulled me back on the couch Got that feeling like, "Leave n***a, you need to get out!" While I think, another drink, even hit some weed Watch they hands cross the boards start to glide slowly They ask, "Who's with us?" It slides towards P -- then A -- and C Weed got me stuck {*coughs*}, I don't believe what I see It starts movin fast, it spells M-O-B They ask, "Who k**ed you?" Then it just freeze And flies off the board, a voice screamed, "SUGE SHOT ME" They laugh and turn the lights up But I don't find it funny, that sh** was f**ed up I hops out my seat, I'm ready to leave But my head starts swirlin and my nose begin to bleed ("Aw..sh**!") I can't stand, I stagger, almost fall Naseem catch me, walk me to the bathroom down the hall A shadow rushes for me, I pa** out in the stall Wake up, blood on the floor, it's on the walls Glock in my hand, it's a bloody a** scene Ev'rybody dead and my n***a Naseem Out the window, flashing lights to the sirens Forget I gripped the Glock, run out, they open fire ("Drop the weapon! Freeze! FREEZE!") {*gunshots*} [Hook]