Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Let It Rain’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Your pockets’ slim pickings
Lay him out like grilled chicken
It’s been an hour but that blunt still hitting like a champion
Eating scampi with Batali 50 feet from the Pantheon
And that’s my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I’ll break it on your head if you don’t act right
They’ll be bagpipes playing like a cop died
While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
Hide money under Tempurpedic mattresses, shit
You don’t know the half of this, nah
I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on
It’s my world get my swerve on
Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
It’s like my life directed by Tim Burton
And daddy twisted off the henara
And I’m always on the center stage
Reminisce on better days in a hammock reading Hemingway
Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it rain
I musta been a junkie in my past life, man
I musta been a junkie in my past life
Standin’ in front of McDonalds throwin’ bottles
90 degrees, Timbs on, ma your kid’s gone
A lot of graves to be pissed on
Land of the free, I think wrong
You know I got the drugs so potent, Johnny took a hit
He died, came back said “that’s that shit”
220 in Toyota Supras
The shit sound like I’m shootin’ off Bazookas
Flushing Queens no scared business here
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here
Plus the strength of twelve ox’s
Hold it down dogg there’s no option
Let it rain
I musta been a junkie in my past life, you know
I musta been a fiend in my past life, f*ck
I musta been a junkie in my past life
These dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
That’s it. I’m done