It Never Rains

I hooked up with some of my hommies at the shaker club the other night for Monday Night Football. You know, get some steaks, some brew, and enjoy the game. Well, during halftime I noticed this shorty that I used to kick it with. She had just stepped up to dance on one of the side stages. She was still looking good but there was something different about her. After further examination I could see that she had lost a few pounds, her hair was not as fly as I remembered it being…she just didn’t have that shine that she had before. I could also see that one of her eyes was kind of swollen and dark. I stepped up to the stage and put a 20 in her belt. She looked shocked and embarrassed to see me, but she played it off and danced like a pro.

I said, “I haven’t seen your face in a year, I’m surprised to see you up here. You look mad, at the same time sad, and girl who did that to your face?”

And she told me; “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now.”
“Supa baby, why can’t we be alone, without all these broke ass niggas trying to bone?
I pray for that day to come for us to be together, I won’t worry about a thing, and I know that we’ll change the weatherrrrrr.”
“Just me and you alone!”
“Now it my be pouring on the center stage, but over here it ain’t going down, cause it never rains…And I just want to be with you...”
She told me, “It never rains on my side of this stage now…It never rains on my side of this stage now…”