Let the rain drop all above me
I can feel my soul sold and my blood bae
Let the fame drop if you want bae
If you wanna feel the outside cold

Fuck that, I don't will reload my gun, I'm still mad
All these voices, I'm on run, won't you look back?

Little boy, is gonna be fun, this is our track
And you cry out for help, but you comeback
You'll never see no one if you keep that
I'll keep you close, just come, don't run
Why you don't reload your gun?

This is a chasing, I can see all that black cape
My protection is the ice on my neck
And my words I'm holding with duct tape
This is why I'm feeling so stressed

Let this fucking rain drop
I'm not a angel
Make my wrists so cold
Now she come to make me go

Let the rain drop all above me
I can feel my soul sold and my blood bae
Let the fame drop if you want bae
If you wanna feel the outside cold