RAINING IN HOUSTON by Drake Music Download
RAINING IN HOUSTON is a song by the talented musical artist, Drake and it’s available for your free mp3 download here.
This musical project was one of the track on Drake’s studio project titled ‘$ome $exy $ongs 4 U’.
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Drake – RAINING IN HOUSTON Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro]
Alright, man
This what we gon' do
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
Ayy
Put your H's up now
[Chorus]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
[Verse 1]
Friday night, I'm out with the guys
You already called me five times
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
Your life
Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
What's on your mind? (Your mind) Your mind
Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'
Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
Maya Angelou, '07, shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
All this time you've been around me
You don't spend a penny 'round me
Friends are extra friendly 'round me
[Chorus]
If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
[Part II]
[Verse 2]
Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M
Straight into Houston, we're not arguing again
Hop on 85, way past A&M
Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again
It's raining in Houston, my love
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
Gassing you up, these American guys
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
I know you always say it's just music, my love
But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
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