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letra de umbrellas - dom peluso the r.a.m

[chorus: dom peluso the r.a.m]
umbrellas inside ’cause i’m too cautious
but is it protective, or to evoke a coffin?
they called a chance of rain at the home office
(woah, chill jake)
if july’s a drought, they don’t know august
i tarp my monitors and the ole scarlett
and trust the barometric when my bones mock it

[verse 1: dom peluso the r.a.m]
this a monday morning feeling that i’m feeling
felt the same thing clocking in last week
boss man in the cube with the square
“don’t smoke” was the only thing he asked me
i got to thinking outside the box, pulled a rod of that 60’s patchouli
cuz i’m the only one in this department
but someone in here’s smoking doobies
ever wonder why it’s bad luck so to say
when opening an umbrella by mistake?
they say something could break
unlatched inside a sp-ce
it’s quite the fate to face
but, is that it?
weigh superstitions to science
that’s no knock on wood
but that’s a cabinet
i still trust the feeling when i have it
like the rolling thunder static
trying to land my mug in a mag with the mad libs
[chorus: dom peluso the r.a.m]
umbrellas inside ’cause i’m too cautious
but is it protective, or to evoke a coffin?
they called a chance of rain at the home office
(office)
if july’s a drought, they don’t know august
i tarp my monitors and the ole scarlett
and trust the barometric when my bones mock it
(mock it)
it’s all gravy ’til you break the mirror clean
(mirror clean)
it’s friday ’til the date’s 13
(oh sh-t)
i take my break where the pine terpene’s so loud
you couldn’t smell it when i’m smoking dirt cheap

{verse 2: jake z]
yeah
(z)
umbrellas inside, that’s some real sh-t
(true)
bad luck, just some sh-t we’ve got to deal with
my mind goes blank when i clock in
umbrella dreaming all day, sh-t, i feel like mary poppins
(yeah)
fantasize about the time when i get off
it all fades away when my headphones on
start making music, go chase what you really love
(chase it!)
no support, then your friends start to lose touch
man, that’s what the kids do
i light it up like wiz do
i lay down the beats
the boy’s smoking mace windu
(woo!)
all my cards on the table, i ain’t ever folding
(no, no)
my mpc making beats releasing serotonin
(yeah)
yeah, my umbrella is my music
shielding me from rainy days and feeling useless
find your thing even if there’s no money in your pockets
pick your head up, you’ve got this
you’ve got this
(let’s go!)
[chorus: dom peluso the r.a.m]
umbrellas inside ’cause i’m too cautious
but is it protective, or to evoke a coffin?
they called a chance of rain at the home office
(office)
if july’s a drought, they don’t know august
i tarp my monitors and the ole scarlett
and trust the barometric when my bones mock it
(mock it)
it’s all gravy ’til you break the mirror clean
(mirror clean)
it’s friday ’til the date’s 13
(oh sh-t)
i take my break where the pine terpene’s so loud
you couldn’t smell it when i’m smoking dirt cheap

- dom peluso the r a m

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