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Receipts in the Rain lyrics
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Intro
Rain talking on the awning Yeah
Chorus
I keep receipts in the rain, rain Folded in a plastic bag Every toll got a name, name Every exit want me back I don't want a chain I want my cousin home before the rain comes If heaven got a gate Tell 'em count us in by what the night learned
Verse 1
Carol City woke with a blue light rinse Lauderhill sky had a bruise on the fence Opa-Locka train talk low by the Bean Auntie frying eggs with the news on mute Twenty-seventh Ave smelled like diesel and rain Corner store bell got a crack in its ring Little Haiti drums in a Civic at the red I wrote with one elbow where my little bro slept
Pre-chorus
Stove click, toll chirp, phone face down Everybody brave till the rent come around I keep proof of the places that changed us Receipts in the rain so the rain cannot erase us
Chorus
I keep receipts in the rain, rain Folded in a plastic bag Every toll got a name, name Every exit want me back I don't want a chain I want my cousin home before the rain comes If heaven got a gate Tell 'em count us in by what the night learned
Verse 2
Allapattah laundromat, two-thirteen Quarters in a sock, one dryer don't spin Grandma count meds in a little orange cup Case number taped by the mirror in dust Liberty City candles leaning in the heat Brownsville boys quiet when the sirens cut deep I learned prices, bail, bus fare, black suit seams And a missed call loud as a hallway scream
Verse 3
I act cold cause the room needed hands Still check the closet for my old book bag Parked by I-95 with my hazards on blink Asked the dashboard why my knuckles still shake Told my girl I'm fine, then I swallowed that lie Sunrise Boulevard looked blurry in my eyes I ain't hard, I am tired with a hard shell Trying not to make a home out of a jail smell
Pre-chorus
Stove click, toll chirp, phone face down Everybody brave till the rent come around I keep proof of the places that changed us Receipts in the rain so the rain cannot erase us
Chorus
I keep receipts in the rain, rain Folded in a plastic bag Every toll got a name, name Every exit want me back I don't want a chain I want my cousin home before the rain comes If heaven got a gate Tell 'em count us in by what the night learned
Verse 4
I stopped feeding the block my whole breath Put my phone on silent when the old route text Saw my nephew in the window doing my two-step Made me turn the car before the left turn left If the night want my name, I spell it wrong If the block want a body, I give it a song Pen in my palm like a key I forgot Rain on the roof doing kick drums on the spot
Bridge
Little homie, keep your ID in the sock drawer Tell the truth in rooms where the lights buzz Don't let grief make your voice a locked door Don't call fast cash the same thing as love When rain hit tin, count breaths, not enemies When sirens pass, check who still texted back We ain't medals, mugshots, rumors, or numbers We just kids with grown bills on a map
Chorus
I keep receipts in the rain, rain Folded in a plastic bag Every toll got a name, name Every exit want me back I don't want a chain I want my cousin home before the rain comes If heaven got a gate Tell 'em count us in by what the night learned
Outro
Receipts in the rain
Inside the recording
Rain talking on the awning Yeah
I keep receipts in the rain, rain Folded in a plastic bag
Receipts in the rain
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