Purple Rain on the Dash

[Intro]
Rain runnin’ down my glass
Same stain on this cash (yeah)
Dead faces in my lap
Dead faces in my past (uh)
[Verse 1]
Thunder in my backyard
Rumble sound like war
Mama prayin’ in the kitchen
I’m just starin’ at the floor
Money in a shoebox
Soak it if the roof leak
Tellin’ me I’m blessed
Why I feel so weak?
Name on a T-shirt
Hangin’ from a fence line
Brodie shoulda called
Now he only call in my mind
Every drop fall
Count another bad choice
Every time I wake
I can hear his voice (yeah)
[Chorus]
All this heavy rain on the windshield
Got me thinkin’ ‘bout that dirty money, dirty soul
Dead homies in my head, can’t sit still
Every dollar that I touch, feelin’ cold
I’m dyin’ on the inside, you can’t see it
Smilin’ for the ‘Gram, but I bleed each time
Heavy rain beatin’ down, got me feelin’
Like I’m buried in the mud with a heartbeat tryin’ (tryin’)
[Verse 2]
Flash flood watch, but I’m watchin’ for the cops
Water at my ankles, but the fear at the top
Tires slide slow through the block we ain’t post
Wreaths on the porch where we used to raise toast
Pistol in the console, Bible in the seat back
Talkin’ to the sky, hope the sky ever speak back
Price on my soul, I can’t get a refund
Countin’ every sin, I ain’t proud of what I’ve done (nah)
Tears blend in, they just look like rain
Every laugh fake, just a bandage on pain
If I don’t change, know the casket gon’ fit
So I write another verse like a last-ditch wish (woah)
[Chorus]
All this heavy rain on the windshield
Got me thinkin’ ‘bout that dirty money, dirty soul
Dead homies in my head, can’t sit still
Every dollar that I touch, feelin’ cold
I’m dyin’ on the inside, you can’t see it
Smilin’ for the ‘Gram, but I bleed each time
Heavy rain beatin’ down, got me feelin’
Like I’m buried in the mud with a heartbeat tryin’ (yeah)
[Bridge]
If the sun come out
Will it wash me clean?
Or just show bloodstains
On this faded jean?
If I drown tonight
In this broke-down ride
Will they say I was lost
Or I never tried?
[Chorus]
All this heavy rain on the windshield
Got me thinkin’ ‘bout that dirty money, dirty soul
Dead homies in my head, can’t sit still
Every dollar that I touch, feelin’ cold
I’m dyin’ on the inside, you can’t see it
Smilin’ for the ‘Gram, but I bleed each time
Heavy rain beatin’ down, got me feelin’
Like I’m buried in the mud with a heartbeat tryin’ (heartbeat)
Like I’m buried in the mud but I’m still here fightin’ (fightin’)

rap, Moody Southern trap-emo hybrid with male vocals, half-sung melodies over dark bell plucks, airy pads, and a swung 808 groove. Verses stay intimate and confessional with tucked-in vocals and subtle auto-tune, chorus blooms wider with layered harmonies and a brighter synth counter-melody. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs, sparse guitar accents in the hook, and a final outro drop where the beat filters then slams back for the last line., pop, hip hop, emo