Odder Moniker - Ric Flair Lyrics

When your burning in Hell, fire is the main source of pain
Unless we're talking Dante
So, if you're going through Hell, make it rain
Too depressed to have a passion
So, I'm using music to make a living-ish
Making a killing off them feelings-ish
Dealing then I'm wheeling to another town
(Jet flying, limousine riding, woo!)
Which way now?
Fork in the road, figure it out
Kick that depression from my possessions
Kick that anxiety with an old pair of Nike's so I can just do it
Dont ask me how, I don't got advice
Just a bag and its loud
I can scream as you catch the sweat from my brow
You're catching hands in the crowd
I'm living slightly larger on a wicked sound
Climbing up the Vines hanging down
Is it safe? Let's figure it out
Making a killing off this vision
Spittin' venom
Is it cold? Get mittens
Feeling the heat? Then you're listening
I want the weather, not the news
So make it rain, and start spittin'

When your burning in Hell, fire is the main source of pain
Unless we're talking Dante
So, if you're going through Hell, make it rain
Too depressed to have a passion
So, I'm using music to make a living-ish
Making a killing off them feelings-ish
Dealing then I'm wheeling to another town
(Jet flying, limousine riding, woo!)
Which way now?
Fork in the road, figure it out
Kick that depression from my possessions
Kick that anxiety with an old pair of Nike's so I can just do it
Dont ask me how, I don't got advice
Just a bag and its loud
I can scream as you catch the sweat from my brow
You're catching hands in the crowd
I'm living slightly larger on a wicked sound
Climbing up the Vines hanging down
Is it safe? Let's figure it out
Making a killing off this vision
Spittin' venom
Is it cold? Get mittens
Feeling the heat? Then you're listening
I want the weather, not the news
So make it rain, and start spittin'