It Seems You Only Love Me When It Rains - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: It Seems You Only Love Me When It Rains
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
Just after I screamed at you, "What the hell is it all about"
You spilled your coffee onto my sleeve, and you said
"Don't expect the tears to come from me babe
For I've already grieved"

But that's when you let me
Back into your dream

And I know you're frightened by my laughter
But you're not afraid to hold my pain
You see I'm never sure what you're after, babe
But it seems you only love me when it rains

You never treat me like you treat a gentle man
You only hit me when you know it hurts
But then why bother reaching down to where I'm battered
You got to raise me up from the dirt

Still that's when you let me
Back into your dream

I know you're frightened by my laughter
But you're not afraid to hold my pain
You see I'm never sure of what you're after, babe
But it seems you only love me when it rains

I have sworn to myself to stay protected
So I have strapped on a sword and a shield
But my Armour yes it ends up meltin'
When you come along tumblin' across the field
Once again I yield, I yield

Yes you get me crazy
'Cause you never even wear my presents babe
You wear flowers tucked into your hair
But when I'm cursin' in the night in my frustration
That's when suddenly you are there

Once again that's when you let me
Back into your dream

And I know you're frightened by my laughter
But you're not afraid to hold my pain
You see I'm never sure just what you're after, babe
But it seems you only love me when it rains

How come you only love me when it rains
How come you only love me when it rains
How come you only love me when it rains
How come you only love me when it rains
How come you only love me when it rains

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Rain - Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 3 - Chamillionaire

Title: Rain
Album: Mixtape Messiah 3
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Billy Cook, Khari Brad Jordan, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
I was sitting back and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
Seem like every time a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back you feel me

They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
'Cause that was the slogan showing when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's right behind me with a gat

Take that, the rain's loud on the window when it taps
To help with the time I thought that I could finally be relaxed
Tired of being po' yeah, trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires that be on flat

And that one tire left a sign of hope
That helps you to keep on grinding when you kinda broke
That helps you to keep composure up around your folk
That keeps from trying to wrap a rope around your throat

Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy but you don't wanna give Him trust
Mama telling you pay your tithes and you yell at her back for what

To the path took a ride fast to get some rims on his truck
I don't think that they'll miss ten percent of negative bucks
Put some Henny up in your cup your problems will start to drown
But soon as your buzz leaves then problems come back around damn

Keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

God knows, how I feel now
On the outside I'm smiling but inside a nigga know he hell bound
It's a dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it
Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something

I took the time out to save a little bread
Now my eyes, got water in 'em
Why the fuck am I still standing here
Nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I'm looking at the bright side

But I view it through my other eye, 'cause it's a different color sky
Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never come
So do I try to stay alive or do I grab a gun

End it all, put a stop to the pain
That goes on in my head every time it rains
The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk

I'm confused by my psychological set backs
In the storm watching out through the wet cracks
Looking for heaven off in all the wrong places
I've given up so all long faces, let it rain

Well keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

Your bills keep adding up to be alone you prefer
Bill collectors steady calling, starting to get on your nerves
Your rent due on the first but right now it's the third
Telling yourself it's gon' get better but ain't believing a word

Feel like it's hard to deal, tomorrow it's hard as steel
Not to mention the realest member of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama you take a lil' time to kneel

To deal you take a pill, just to deal with the drama
You thinking your life sinking and there isn't a plumber
They tell you what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
You'd have to be a Superman to lift as much as me partna

Could tell you stay strong
You're trying, but help is just what you doubting
'Cause the room is a monsoon, that's never gon' get to drying
The storm is moving on and you thinking these people lying
They saying they had it worse but how come they all keep on smiling

Well keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know
I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah
Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know
I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah

Keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

My memory, hey yeah
Stressing me, stressing me my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah, yeah

When it seems like nothing but dark clouds
Are raining in on your bright sunny day
Remember the sunlight always comes after the rain
You should be thankful everyday, should be a celebration, of life

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Devil Without A Cause - Lyrics - Devil Without A Cause - Kid Rock

Title: Devil Without A Cause
Album: Devil Without A Cause
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Kenny Olson, Lawrence Smith, Todd Shaw, Matthew Shafer, Jalil Hutchins

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Lyric:
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits

Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion

I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes

'Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed

No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
Fuck the radio comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges

Up that ass for the nine eight
(Nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I pull a strap out

And I get to buck, buck, bucking a fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, your motherfucking H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, keep pimpin''

Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees

Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K I D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys

We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, devil

Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come on)
Yeah, we come to party

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record exec's

The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime, baby left to rot

Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around

All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop and jacuzzi

No more fluzzies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat

Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em, doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to rock

Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you, test of time

I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, come on devil, uh, uh devil

Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, ready to get fly, Joe C
I'm the J O E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco

I'm a freak hoe, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash

High-ass voice like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with the devil

Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party

You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, uh, come on, uh, uh, uh, uh

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