Слова:
Iron Rain

of my dreams And then meetin' his beautiful wife, umm And isn't it ironic Don't you think? A little too ironic And yeah, I really do think It's like rain

Oh you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, every thing done Nails done, hair done, everything d... Oh you fancy huh [Drake] You getting ready so I know we gon be here awhile In the bathroom flat irons

(It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

on moving and twitching When everything seems planned out When everything seems nicely planned out Well the human race will come and smack your face Satan lives here On grain and earth, rain

hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron

Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron

s the platinum voice Like syrup, for delf roamin', the New York Boroughs As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms Uptown across down, from the

people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash down on their lovely homes thin wind rain

know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke, iron