Drake – RAINING IN HOUSTON Lyrics

RAINING IN HOUSTON

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"RAINING IN HOUSTON." - Drake

Friday, 23 October 2026, 09:20 am

Album: $ome $exy $ongs 4 U

Track No: 11

Alright, man
This what we gon' do
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up
Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
Aye
Put your H's up now
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Can I get a whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh-whoa, whoa? Yeah
Friday night, I'm out with the guys
You already called me five times
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
Your life
Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
What's on your mind? Your mind (Your mind)
Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some
"Oh, damn, I am trippin'"
Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Right past A&M)
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again (We're not arguing)
All this time you've been around me, you don't spend a penny 'round me
Friends are extra friendly 'round me
If you love me, can I get a whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa? Yeah
Can I get a whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh-whoa, whoa? Yeah
Aye, hop on 85, way past A&M
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
Hop on 85, way past A&M
Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again
It's raining in Houston, my love
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
Gassing you up, these American guys
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
I know you always say it's just music, my love
But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
I can't see things getting much smoother, my love

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham.

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