PETRICHOR Lyrics

Yeah

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh

This that gas station music

Serving mid outside Sheen Wah

Your mcm steal a tweet

Hope to god that he gon pop

Better pray he don't see me

End up on CCTV

I got drunk relatives

Chilling on them fucking streets

They play wagon wheel on guitar, bitch

At your bars, bitch

Cover all of Chocolate Starfish

All off top, bitch

Used to serve your uncle rerock, bitch

At ladots, bitch

All this effort got me pondering

Who else got this?

Stole FL Studio just to pop off on the beats

Named album after gas station

What do that mean?

This that "I am stuck in a never ending fever dream"

And wishing qualities upon myself

That ain't gon be redeemed, be redeemed

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Little kid

Grew up introverted place

In the mind state

My place

Acting out of place

And full on primate

And when I say

I don't care about what I make

I am probably lying

So these fucks don't bother me

On if I'm actually trying

Tell 'em leave me lone

Tell 'em that I am gone

Shit, he went to the store

Be bit a before he gets home

If he make it

If that motherfucker going home make it

He gone make it

I know

I know

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor

Yeah, yeah, yeah

When it rain, it pours

Who messed with the boy?

When will it stop?

And when will we know?

Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor, petrichor