walking down the street water ova my feet gettin fuckin soaked pockets empty, practically broke all this hate inside I wear that shit with pride so what if I fuckin lied and said I my clothes stay fuckin dry but yes that shit dont matter as I hear the rain drops patter so high I need a ladder damn, that puddle just splattered my friends say hey chris, what's your problem son? I said I dont need no umbrella cause I got my hat on