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Thunderstorms Lyrics by Nate Moore

2020

Chorus (Nate Moore):
It’s raining, it’s pouring I just can’t ignore this
She sleeping, I’m keepin my head  thunderstormin’
Can’t stay down so lay down, face her in the mornin’
Or wake that bitch up right now
Unloyal and spoiled, she lied to my face
Dishonest and disgusting, man I feel so ashamed
Find someone you thought you trusted and they throw it away
Like a game that we play, horse shoes and grenades

Verse 1(Nate Moore):
Trust you, love you, how could you fuck me?
Can’t understand how a bitch is so ugly
Know that you cut me
How dare that you touch me
Tied up in the front seat, but not see the morning
They told me is coming, I didn’t believe them
Said you were an angel, thought I was a demon
But now that we’re breathing, please give me a reason
Cause sooner than later we all could be leaving
The way I’ve been thinking that lately I’m sinking
I’m stuck in the deep end and no one is blinkin’
I guess I’ll just ease in and work thru the seasons
I’m not scared of bein’ the person I’m seekin’
Take kindness for weakness and not that I’m bleedin’
The sharks hide and seekin’ the water that’s creepin’
So I’ll hold my breath and then I get to thinkin’
That I should be swingin’ instead of here singin’
About all the problems that you can relate
All of the nights, hell all of the days
I never thought twice, she always was late
Why should I play nice with this bitch that I hate?
I guess that I shouldn’t, glad you can relate
She out here fuckin’ and suckin’ brigades
While I remain loyal, so now she should pay
I don’t want money, no that I can make
I want your arms, your knees, your legs
The head you can keep, it was never that great
Sound the alarm, lower the gates
This whores on the run and that's stoppin’ today
Bend over backwards and lie to my face
Unloyal, dishonest and love how it tastes
The music she face it, don’t care what it say
So I’ll wake her up, this really can’t wait

Chorus (Nate Moore):
It’s raining, it’s pouring I just can’t ignore this
She sleeping, I’m keepin my head thunderstormin’
Can’t stay down so lay down, face her in the mornin’
Or wake that bitch up right now
Unloyal and spoiled, she lied to my face
Dishonest and disgusting, man I feel so ashamed
Find someone you thought you trusted and they throw it away
Like a game that we play, horse shoes and grenades

Verse 2 (Rittz):
She used to be so angelic
Maybe the love that I felt was a feeling that I embellished
Really in denial, come to think of it it’s been a while
I seen her smile, Like she can’t stomach another night in bed
I try not to be a spy and sweat how many guys she lets inside of her DMs
But I’m so curious it’s getting hard for me ignoring the urge to glimpse
And I was told I should go with my gut feelin’
But I don’t got the guts to confront her
Maybe I’m afraid that I’m right and a fight might give her an out
And she can finally make a run for it
Cheating on me I have no choice but to walk away
Love cripples you and locks your legs like when the keypad locks your phone
I wanna figure out her code, trynna solve the case
And this nauseating, waiting patiently for her to fall asleep
I know she probably fakin’ just in case I make a move
But she started breathing hard, borderline snorin’
Trying to calmly wake her and she didn’t even flinch, so I guess I’m really doin’ this
Then start proceedin’ with the plan, took her phone off the end table
Hit the switch, turn the ringer off, time for me to see what she was sayin’
Call her number from my phone, then I answered it
I hit the home button and just like that, I’m in
Check the IG first it was clean, hit the Facebook Icon wishin’ that I never did
Twenty messages sent to some preppy prick, from naked pictures to intimate details
She tells him she can’t wait ‘til they leave town, so I had to kick the ho out
Lucky you ain’t get a beatdown, bitch

Chorus (Nate Moore):
It’s raining, it’s pouring I just can’t ignore this
She sleeping, I’m keepin my head thunderstormin’
Can’t stay down so lay down, face her in the mornin’
Or wake that bitch up right now
Unloyal and spoiled, she lied to my face
Dishonest and disgusting, man I feel so ashamed
Find someone you thought you trusted and they throw it away
Like a game that we play, horse shoes and grenades
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