Chorus:
Love rain down on me
On me
Down on me
Love rain down on me
On me
Down on me
Love rain down on me
On me
Down on me
Love rain down on me
On me
Down one me
Met him on a Thursday
Sunny afternoon
Cumulous clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown
Said he wanted to talk about my mission, listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia, reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas
He was fresh like summer peaches;
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
We were nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night, we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot spicy
I felt dizzy and so near heaven
Miles between my thighs
Better than love, we made delicious
He me had, and had me he
He had me tongue tied;
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
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The rain was falling and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made, love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And we became new
Now me now clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The...rain...was..falling...and...I...could not...see..that...I..was...to...be
Loud...
And so fertile
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds of 84 degree melody
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Mos Def:
I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings to grow
So that I could be really fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a rainway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines, like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now/now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes;
She was the sun's painting
She was a deep cognac color;
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold
I said, "you are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit;
Give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky she'd all of it's stars like rain
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I cover you?"