I may talk through the intro and outro or write more, or add a verse from somebody else... I haven't decided yet. This will get recorded at a later date, I'll try to post it when it does. I may change the beat by then and change a few things other things like verses or add my own hook, we'll see... lemme know what you think...
Lyrics: EB aka Bonnie Bathory "Rainy Days"
Beat: RJD2 "Smoke and Mirrors"
[Who know, what tomorrow gon' bring
may be the sunshine, may be the rain...
but as for me, I'll wait and see
maybe it'll bring my love to me, no]
some peeps'd be better off if I rested in peace
peeps like my mom... each day seemin to think less of me..
shes always comin at me like all i do is smoke weed...
all I do is get laid... and deal drugs and get paid...
And shes mostly right, and thats mostly why
I still roast my pipe...and make a joke of my life...
cuz im still broke and white and hated at open mics...
im just a dopehead who couldnt even get hoping right...
[Who know, what tomorrow gon' bring
may be the sunshine, may be the rain...
but as for me, I'll wait and see
maybe it'll bring my love to me, no]
so check this chick, she so dainty and shit... she so pretty...
yeah, she drinks too much and tags up her city...
Her fam keeps it gritty, shes a rough kinda diamond...
who got into cuttin years before the emo types did...
She a slut, she such a bitch she think she know some shit...
She fuckin wish.. All she good at is suckin dick
and selling drugs to kids... and this chick hangs with thugs...
the rich kids she was raised with wont show her any love...
I'm a shitty daughter too, my dad got liver cancer,
I didn't call him... I'm too selfish to let him get me blue...
so I drink up and beat up random women in bars
cuz Im an alcoholic with repressed emotional scars...
But dont be misguided, I'm just fine... I've died inside...
Im too high all the time to keep my pride alive...
I just keep my fight alive, and active...
Always up to slam drinks back and step into some action...
[sometimes it turns to a rainy day
just to let you know,
everythings gonna be...
alright... alright]
It seems all I've got is an addiction to pot...
And lack of topics to rap on cuz all I do is slack off...
Peeps never back off me for all my habits but coffee...
They're too cocky, actin like I front and they caught me...
Y'all are not me, can't stop me, so take it or drop me...
Cuz y'all bossy like y'all aint never been in the hot seat...
You dont like it, dont watch me, can't save me you've lost me...
Talk is costly, just walk, you just gonna double cross me..
Mock me to hurt me, talk shit to my peeps and advert me...
Its like the more real I keep it the more yall try to burn me...
But check it, your objections dont form my objectives...
Your contorted perspective is just your form reflected...
I wont be corrected, cuz If I'm disrespected and damned...
Fuck it, at least it was by my own hand...
And I have been and will always continue to stand...
As who I am, and fuck you if you aint a fan
Lyrics: EB aka Bonnie Bathory "Rainy Days"
Beat: RJD2 "Smoke and Mirrors"
[Who know, what tomorrow gon' bring
may be the sunshine, may be the rain...
but as for me, I'll wait and see
maybe it'll bring my love to me, no]
some peeps'd be better off if I rested in peace
peeps like my mom... each day seemin to think less of me..
shes always comin at me like all i do is smoke weed...
all I do is get laid... and deal drugs and get paid...
And shes mostly right, and thats mostly why
I still roast my pipe...and make a joke of my life...
cuz im still broke and white and hated at open mics...
im just a dopehead who couldnt even get hoping right...
[Who know, what tomorrow gon' bring
may be the sunshine, may be the rain...
but as for me, I'll wait and see
maybe it'll bring my love to me, no]
so check this chick, she so dainty and shit... she so pretty...
yeah, she drinks too much and tags up her city...
Her fam keeps it gritty, shes a rough kinda diamond...
who got into cuttin years before the emo types did...
She a slut, she such a bitch she think she know some shit...
She fuckin wish.. All she good at is suckin dick
and selling drugs to kids... and this chick hangs with thugs...
the rich kids she was raised with wont show her any love...
I'm a shitty daughter too, my dad got liver cancer,
I didn't call him... I'm too selfish to let him get me blue...
so I drink up and beat up random women in bars
cuz Im an alcoholic with repressed emotional scars...
But dont be misguided, I'm just fine... I've died inside...
Im too high all the time to keep my pride alive...
I just keep my fight alive, and active...
Always up to slam drinks back and step into some action...
[sometimes it turns to a rainy day
just to let you know,
everythings gonna be...
alright... alright]
It seems all I've got is an addiction to pot...
And lack of topics to rap on cuz all I do is slack off...
Peeps never back off me for all my habits but coffee...
They're too cocky, actin like I front and they caught me...
Y'all are not me, can't stop me, so take it or drop me...
Cuz y'all bossy like y'all aint never been in the hot seat...
You dont like it, dont watch me, can't save me you've lost me...
Talk is costly, just walk, you just gonna double cross me..
Mock me to hurt me, talk shit to my peeps and advert me...
Its like the more real I keep it the more yall try to burn me...
But check it, your objections dont form my objectives...
Your contorted perspective is just your form reflected...
I wont be corrected, cuz If I'm disrespected and damned...
Fuck it, at least it was by my own hand...
And I have been and will always continue to stand...
As who I am, and fuck you if you aint a fan