Jazz in the Rain

Light come back and it feel like Spring

Got a new style that’s so hard to explain

Love the way that baby girl’s moving that thang

She keep it sexy like jazz in the rain

Slippery E’s got a torch with a flame

Wildin’ on a peak, gettin’ down in a cave

And you know I can’t do it any other way, why?

I keep it sexy like jazz in the rain

Jazz in the rain shit

Any other day shit

Petals on a the breeze

White shirt to a nip

Yeah ya blouse fresh, hoops fly

Braids got a drip

And I ain’t gotta tell ya

That ya so stylish

And what you tryna tell me flickerin’ ya eye lash?

Love the way you contemplate me

Through the wine glass

You got a fly stance to make

A cat come back

Ain’t gotta say a word

Do that eye contact

Yeah you ain’t gotta front, ya lookin’ for some contact

What up with seven digits, can I get the contact?

Ya booty voluptuous but ya waist compact

I’m finna’ slide up in it like a disc compact

Slide and spin around up in the tape deck

Take my hand girl you know that’s a safe bet

Ain’t tryna get bucked like a Russian roulette

And I ain’t gonna rush ya we ain’t had a date yet

Yeah, we ain’t had a date yet,

But when I shoot it bang in a way you ain’t felt yet

When I shoot it bang in a way you ain’t felt yet

I be feelin’ you, are you feelin’ me yet?

Jazz shit (Feelin’ you)

So fly (Feelin’ me)

We in the pocket (Feelin’ my)

Doin’ it (Melody)

I gotta go (Feelin’ you)

We in the park (Feelin’ me)

Drinkin’ wine outta paper bags

 

Yeah we off the charts and

This shit be heartless

I ain’t give a

Got the power

Harnessed

You know how we do

Clean cribs and apartments

Hella cats fibbin’

Slip be honest

So come and get up on this

Eulachan smooth shit

Get up off the

Yeah listen to the music

I ain’t gotta prove it

I’m hype wit’ a mic grip

Some like it loose

And some like a tight fit

Yeah I bring a shine to the lightless

Rhymes so fly they could scribe

Wit’ the ibis

So deep fish that I catch

Be eyeless

Angler, lantern, prayers on papyrus

Kinda like a prince

But fuck a royal highness

Guy Fawkes shit

You want a riot? Start it

Thought I told ya once

My rhymes can’t be harnessed

Put a match to a powder keg

And ignite shit

I’m tellin’ you

It’s a Vancouver thang

Mountains and ocean spray

We play our jazz in the rain

And we can all get lit

Red wine and chocolate

So good ya lickin’ ya lips

Because

Jazz shit (Feelin’ you)

So fly (Feelin’ me)

We in the pocket (Feelin’ my)

Doin’ it (Melody)

I gotta go (Feelin’ you)

We in the park (Feelin’ me)

Drinkin’ wine outta paper bags

You make me make it sexy

Like jazz in the rain

Like jazz in the rain