mynameisjonyeah:
BAD SEED - REAL RAIN POURS
The clouds in my head are slowly turning black.
And I need the silence of my mind to get my sanity back.
What is real is not what it’s known as.
I hope it rains in the form of payback.
So when it pours you can never take your soul back.
Real rain pours.
This is for you, Cleveland.
