Chemtrail Drown Report

[Verse]
Cruising down the Strip I be running with a stick
Weapon fire aim and fire hundred thousand clips
Gradient alien cruising through the mix
(?) face the fucking grip
Lay down in my little bed in the night time
Waking up face the brutal rain at the right time
Getting in my face getting in my fucking eyes
Water hits my skin feeling like some fucking knifes
Hurricane force winds brutal weather
Rain soaks my socks now it's never getting better
Miserable, cumulonimbus terror
Rain drowns the world forever
Clothes soaked through
Drowned brain closed book