Brown Eyed Soul - Rainy

[@H하별하]

도입부부터 지린다... 2024년에도 듣는다...

[@sss-fl8wg]

저도 오랜만에 들으러..

[@준영김-v3h]

이 노래는 2절 시작할때 영준님 목소리랑 3:40 부터 정엽 음색+가사 가 진짜 좋음... 특히 정엽 파트 가사가 "내리는 비가 너의 발길을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 추억이 내게 너의 마음을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난" 이건데 넘넘 좋다ㅠㅠ 사람들 더 많이 알았으면..

[@이승현-u5z]

한참을 말이 없다가 날 두고 먼저 일어나 (넌) 표정도 없이 내뱉던 (그 차갑던) 마지막이었을 그 말 Goodbye my love 멀어져 가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I’ll stay around you I got you (But) we don’t stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine, but I’m still around you I got you (But) we don’t stop 흔들리는 이 밤 어디쯤 걷고 있을까 달려가 붙잡아 볼까 (널) 바라본 창밖엔 비가 (어느 샌가) 흐려진 두 눈엔 니가 Goodbye my love 멀어져 가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I’ll stay around you I got you (But) we don’t stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine, but I’m still around you I got you (But) we don’t stop 흔들리는 이 밤 내리는 비가 너의 발길을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 추억이 내게 너의 마음을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 I got you (But) we don’t stop You never be mine, but I’m still around you I got you (But) we don’t stop

[@ques231]

이 노래 모르는 사람 없게 해주세요.. 여기로 데려온 유튜브 알고리즘 만세다ㅠㅠ

[@jyong951]

2021년 3월.. 여전히 좋다. 비오는날 들으면 더 좋다.

[@gren3637]

진짜 도입부 반주 15초 정도까지 듣다가 너무 좋아서 못 참고 처음부터 다시 들었다

[@jaceburn8450]

23년도까지도 매년 비올때 추울때 듣는노래

[@haninaffouri359]

한참을 말이 없다가 날 두고 먼저 일어나 넌 표정도 없이 내뱉던 (그 차갑던) 마지막이었을 그 말 Goodbye my love 멀어져가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I'll stay around you I got you we don't stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine But I'm still around you I got you we don't stop 흔들리는 이 밤 어디쯤 걷고 있을까 달려가 붙잡아 볼까 널 바라본 창밖엔 비가 (어느샌가) 흐려진 두 눈엔 니가 Goodbye my love 멀어져가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I'll stay around you I got you we don't stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine But I'm still around you I got you we don't stop 흔들리는 이 밤 내리는 비가 너의 발길을 돌려줄꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 추억이 내게 너의 마음을 돌려줄꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 I got you we don't stop You never be mine But I'm still around you I got you we don't stop

[@전갈-j5v]

최고.. 2022년에도 찾아 듣습니다

[@user-vr4xe9rf7f]

유튜브 틀어놓고 공부하다가 자동재생으로 여기까지 들어오게 되었는데, 진짜 좋은 곡이 많네.. Because of you 랑 이거랑.. 조회수 실화?

[@Ausgustts-h9i]

브라운아이드소울 앨범 수록곡에 이런스타일의 좋은곡들 많아요. 사람들이 잘 몰라서 그렇지.. 이런스타일 좋아하시면 브라운아이드소울 노래영상들중에 조회수가 적은 노래영상들 위주로 찾아보세요. 그런곡들이 훨씬 좋을겁니다. 조회수많고 유명한곡들은 대부분 좀 뻔한스타일들이(하지만 한국사람들은좋아하는) 곡들이 많아서

[@야후-k7o]

원래 훌륭한 가수일 수록 타이틀보단 수록곡에서 인생 곡 찾는 경우가 많다

[@야후-k7o]

나도 2010년에 rainy하고 gone하고 진짜 많이 들었었는데 그땐 rainy 너무 좋아서 사람들도 많이 알겠구나 추측했지만 지금와서 보니 조회수 70000회.. 이 정도면 브아솔 팬들조차 잘 모르고 일반 대중들은 거의 모르는 곡.. 하지만 내가 한 손에 꼽는 브아솔 노래 중 하나

[@lovegood517]

이곡 좋아하시는분들은 2집 Anything, 1집 Brown Eyed Girl 도 들어보세요 브아솔피셜 의도된 같은 넘버의 트랙이래요ㅋㅋ 저는 3곡 다 좋아하는곡이에요

[@qoswlf3581]

콘서트에서 도시소울? 어반소울? 을 이어간다고 그랬던 기억이 나네요.

[@누]

어디가든 두개가 언급이된다

[@reveluv11]

MAN ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE HEARD THIS SONG I LOST IT AND NOW ITS BACK. VOCAL LEGENDS

[@halfmoonbayy]

시간이 흐르면 흐를수록 숙성되는 이 감성🤦🏻‍♂️

[@jdp8083]

10년 20년이 지나들어도 좋은곡이 명곡

[@한지호-i8l]

브라운아이드소울 최고의 명곡👍👍

[@원투위빙카운터]

비 오는날마다 생각나는 명곡.

[@juheecho1278]

아 이거 콘서트때 듣고 얼마나 좋았는지 몰라요… 콘서트해주세요

[@기억력3초-z2d]

진짜 브아솔 노래는 싹다 역주행 했으면 좋겠다...

[@PYOYOP]

Rainy 한참을 말이 없다가 날 두고 먼저 일어나 (넌) 표정도 없이 내뱉던 (그 차갑던) 마지막이었을 그 말 Goodbye my love 멀어져 가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I'll stay around you I got you (But) we don't stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine, but I'm still around you I got you (But) we don't stop 흔들리는 이 밤 어디쯤 걷고 있을까 달려가 붙잡아 볼까 (널) 바라본 창밖엔 비가 (어느 샌가) 흐려진 두 눈엔 니가 Goodbye my love 멀어져 가는 너의 뒤로 I still love you 부서져버린 마음 I wanna your love So I'll stay around you I got you (But) we don't stop 사랑이 지나면 You never be mine, but I'm still around you I got you (But) we don't stop 흔들리는 이 밤 내리는 비가 너의 발길을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 추억이 내게 너의 마음을 돌려 줄 꺼라 믿어 어리석게도 아직 난 I got you (But) we don't stop You never be mine, but I'm still around you I got you (But) we don't stop PYO

[@Leopard_Mint]

2020년에 오신 분?

[@양춘삼-p9o]

노래 진짜 잔잔하게 좋다..

[@ssoromon]

2023년 여기요~

[@user-hb2ug9nv1f]

오늘도 비가 와 생각나서 왔습니다

[@blooming6325]

- hyuklly 나도

[@juheecho1278]

저도저도

[@8jang875]

브아솔 명곡베스트중 하나 듣고 있음 뉴에디션 생각남

[@무도용]

숨겨진 갓명곡...

[@sarasaved]

Un bon petit son doux pour les oreilles

[@tkdzmtmzz]

들어도들어도 노래진짜좋다~~

[@goldenmodem8722]

You can’t sing the blues, I was never loved as much as you, the blues is something deep rooted, the blues becomes the sea, below the lines of hate, there’s a place you never could be threw with, you just get love, I get the dusk, she breathes fluent, in the fluid eyes of disgust I keep movement, low key, playing myself with the deep music, in my shadows there’s the why, I can’t find the love of my life, I can find the time to read through it, and fly, in the blurs, while you get held by the arms of hers, I lie in the covers, the book is my truth, time spins aloof like streaks muted, I’m just waiting away, seeing my last day as the peace I keep losing, like my sleep, there’s no sheep in my unique human…. What’s the blues to you, to me, it’s everything I can’t do, or see, like her love touching my eyes with refined means, she’s a myth, a gift to other’s nice dreams, while my gift is the blues I write, unamused by the crews and bright screens used to highlight your type, but not mine, it might seem, wrong, but it’s what kept me right, like tight beams, that support, and doesn’t suppress love, you only progress for the sex, I profess to invest my nights bugged, but not depressed, because, if I was, I wouldn’t be able to type mess, and adjust my flight less, approached, so I’m less smoked like a light buzz, from the quest of expired white drugs, I can’t trust what I can’t touch, so I can’t write what most would like to incite rush, like the way endorphins flush through ripe buds like lines of light dust

[@silverDH]

저는 지금 2023 1월 14일... LA k-town에서 비오는날 ...

[@goldenmodem8722]

The faint scent of stale vents, magnificence trails the imprint of details, once sent, now spent and the sails seem frail, we flew across the waters, the rain never bothered to solve our weak smells, she sells the sea, she made me flow with the breeze, I can’t find peace, I can only remind myself of what it felt to be held, how it feels to fail, and how it felt to be free, I wonder how I sleep, with the night drowning out my reach, each exhale is a deep wail, inhale retreat, find my home plate erased when I run from the seats to the last bend of my feet, while the last deed I leak like an e-mail seems to resale the prophecy incomplete, what’s the purpose if I can’t resurface the beach, the sands keep tossing like a fossil jostling in disease, while I keep picking at the scene trying to make things right once left at the lonely end of a streak, she’s a track, the story never repeats, she crossed the finish line, I’m a finished line, this isn’t an image well received, it’s a bored dart, in my heart I hear the song swing low while I keep looking high trying to deny what I couldn’t see…

[@orange8558]

초반 인트로가 너무 좋넼ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[@goldenmodem8722]

Days become weeks, until months become streets, driving with the same purpose, lights on each beat, equalizing my trident, spinning tides with each speech, on a podium with low sodium, and cries from bleached sea, pale moon in the sizing, objects appear farther with each rising when applying with each feet, every move I make forward she moves back from each need, I can’t give her what she wants, she’s too brainwashed from these seeds, they planted a manic depressive, sprouted the withering leaves from each message, that bleed from each sleeve, what suits you can only shred my confidence, you live life with common men, not reason or common sense, I’m too unique to seek greed, you can achieve and believe, but your ideals are too twisted to realign and set free, find your chains, that’s the reason for the rain I can’t change and release.

[@lalina1304]

This sounds like K-R&B old school style. I like it.

[@goldenmodem8722]

The best singers CAN sing the blues, so that couldn’t be you, you don’t know how it feels to love someone you can never have, so your life is never bad, dreams come to you, the dreams I had, never last, and all that’s beautiful, lives in my past, all that remains is a stain like a splash on a map, and every edge I walk to, is a dead end, every foot in your path is a lover, a best friend, a new Benz, a new hand that lends a better hand, and letter bends my palms, like trees in a wind, that can never mend any point I stem, you can plant a break, I only have a plan to make, wasting my time, wondering which hand is fate, staring in a whim, battles within like a blended shake, slowly shuffle, the mixing machine, never intended my ingredient to add to puzzle, finding the pieces in each size that ceases, four walls, with corners and stalls, pausing to reflect, life in retrospect, that was scenic, but all rides come to connect, and leaves us, with less than we expect, but hoped for, and life is a shadow at a partially closed door, the light bounces and we can’t direct it’s motion, love is life, without woman there’s no man to hold them.

[@goldenmodem8722]

There is no love…this means nothing. If the clock could hold us, both loves, two hearts, conveniently coated, then even amounts pour our desires, in an entire wish, she gave me soul, she gave me heart, it wasn’t hopeless, it was devoted, it lasted longer than I expected, it wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t defective or corroded, it helped me focus, that’s how I wrote this, it wasn’t my choice, sometimes it’s purely destiny, I feel the best of me has gone, and the rest of me relies on a song to fulfill the other half of my passive recipe, it’s where I belong, you can speak to me wrong, but it doesn’t lessen me, it teaches me lessons, love was a blessing no other woman was strong enough to invest in me, that’s why my worth is less than what it used to be, and I speak to myself musically when I feel a decrease of collective energy, she selected me, I was good looking once, but time pulls you apart, and you can’t stop what the heart wants…

[@goldenmodem8722]

Just to hold you one day, just to hold you in place, just to know you feel me likewise, just to throw me away, the pouring of gestures seem too below me at waste, just to know I’m not the one you want to roll with and play, I feel so alone when I see you with another that stayed, he doesn’t know he’s taking the only soul I embrace, her face was a riddle, the rain she creates, that’s just a taste of the ripples, that slowly retrace, for I’m just a letter, she’s just a word that I say, and that’s all she left me, like a closure of gates, and the outside isn’t sunny, the clouds dissipate, just to show me the darkness she made when she strayed, the end is like cuffs, they restrict me but fray, because she doesn’t think of me once, she turns to escape, and I’m the resort she won’t visit, I’m the last who won’t get it, she reinforces visions that grow limits, in each moment that we live in, her description of love, doesn’t reflect my own image.

[@박성희-v5h7c]

2024

[@PYOYOP]

0:38

[@8jang875]

뉴 에디션이 떠오르는 노래 진정 소울이 무엇인지 보여주는 노래

[@goldenmodem8722]

In this world there are those who are rejected and those who are accepted, don’t feel sorry for me, someone has to be rejected, she didn’t do what I hoped for, she did what I expected, this world is a cruel door, sometimes you can’t direct it, sometimes it swings in a primary introspective, sometimes plan B doesn’t work out like a contraceptive, and doubts are born from scorn and love deflected, the love you feel for one doesn’t make the two you wish connected, in the midsts there’s a glimpse, there’s a tint that signals a mind that’s infected, stop thinking love is a chance, just dance to the cries of empty hearts that missed objectives, she’s a missile like, little light in her eyes that can’t reflect it, and in my sight there’s the fight against time and the passing of one’s perspective.

[@김재환-q7k]

굿.

[@qs7497]

2021

[@무진-l9l]

헐

[@katex007]

the company actually puts the songs..on youtube now?

[@진지한주부.쓰리랑부]

👍

[@dragonfly5665q]

got7's youngjae brought me here

[@emilyyang777]

Me to

[@haninaffouri359]

بعد أن صمت لفترة استيقظ أولاً واتركني لقد بصقها دون أي تعبير (تلك الباردة) تلك الكلمات التي كان ينبغي أن تكون الأخيرة الى اللقاء حبي خلفك تبتعد ما زلت أحبك قلب مكسور أريد حبك لذلك سأبقى حولك لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف بعد مرور الحب أنت لن تكون لي أبدا لكني مازلت حولك لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف هذه الليلة الاهتزازية أين أنت تمشي؟ هل يجب أن أركض وأمسك بك؟ إنها تمطر خارج النافذة (أحيانا) في عيوني الغائمة أنت الى اللقاء حبي خلفك تبتعد ما زلت أحبك قلب مكسور أريد حبك لذلك سأبقى حولك لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف بعد مرور الحب أنت لن تكون لي أبدا لكني مازلت حولك لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف هذه الليلة الاهتزازية هبوط المطر أعتقد أنه سوف يعيدك بحماقة ما زلت الذكريات تأتي لي أعتقد أنك سوف تعود قلبك بحماقة ما زلت لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف أنت لن تكون لي أبدا لكني مازلت حولك لقد فهمت، لن نتوقف

[@edmood]

여긴 도입부만 들으면 뭔가 달콤씁쓸한 느낌..

[@goldenmodem8722]

There’s a bit of a dry spell, she doesn’t lie, but she doesn’t try well, behind the walls of her life I see the skies that provide help, dreaming still, pictures of myself, start to rot, I see her drop in the lines of a time held, each drop of her locks, the chain rattles, but never unwinds, bound to dive, the grind felt, the teeth doesn’t shine, it hides along the pride of the high shelf, what’s your cost of glory, I never expected much from beyond my story, why tell, it another way, I’m better this way, if she needed me, I would’ve gotten a DM repeatedly, like a tied bell, to my trial, I can’t smile for a style that has no substance, find trails, if my existence, like a pried shell, from a hermit, who wasn’t trying to raise the issue or divert it.

[@goldenmodem8722]

Everything I write doesn’t mean a thing, so what you can sing, you can’t sing the blues, so you can’t really sing, the love you get is the truth, the lack of support I got, is more than a blue, like the skies, you cry when it’s been a week since you had a woman to do, I haven’t shed a tear in the three years I haven’t felt her groove, and you make her melt, I make her run for safety like a net in a shallow moon, inside you’re sunny, outside you’re funny, and act like you’re sad like the flowers aren’t coming for your any move, and every move I mistake for something, just adds to my condition, and the self made prison I live in is reinforced by her disgusted interlude, in the view there’s less than assumption, I refuse to make an as out of coming, and reuse what I always knew to benefit my attitude, I can’t get let down, I’m too underground for that sound she handed you, words of advice doesn’t come at a price, just know you’re privileged, I’m not, keep complaining like everything is way off, when even my own race, doesn’t like my face, and I keep the steady pace away from the ships that you rocked.

[@goldenmodem8722]

What do you cherish from life? Mine’s a careless sign, going when stop should’ve been my only right, I’m glutton for punishment, and circle her drain like a pipe, I feel her rain start to slide, she slips away from me, good men she doesn’t like, I gave her space, hoping through time, she would end all this plight, but the desert is still dry, the wind doesn’t compensate the sight, I’m still focused on her moves, the following stride, is her leaving, and I rewind to the meaning of a careening demise, she’s a wing beating, against my dreaming like a bird deep in the fleeting of flight, there’s the sky, blues against the clouds, I could scream out loud, she wouldn’t mind, it’s just another voice bleeding, hearts around her eyes, giving her might, and never adjustment, just bumps in her judgment, slamming her gavel, I’m not the man in her travel, she’s embattled in the deconstruction of light, rips in the saddle, driving her hoarse, singing for lies, I try to find paddle, through this endless rain, causes a sea I can’t handle, but she’s so far from me I just ramble and couldn’t see her if I were the angle of a rattled satellite, flaws in reception, I’m a fog of misconception, giving birth to recollection, recycle the strikes, I’m still out and dug out the hollow, filled it with tomorrow, stuck in this hole, finding no soul in every word she can’t swallow, the empty sentiments, float off in her elegance, she’s so immature, I’m a man that needs a woman’s scent, she can’t be mine, but she’s still heaven sent by design and imminence, a testament to a real man’s downfall, curves in her sound call, ramp up my urges, treating me like a clown doll, writing these verses, thinking I found cause, it’s just a reminder, that the nicer I seem, she sees it as a weakness when a man is that much kinder, and I’m still behind her, hoping she’ll turn and look my way, instead she looks away to designers, and fashions her statement, I know the reach of my path, I know the cracks in her pavement, the labyrinth of strain, the rain keeps running adjacent, all she left me was dark, wondering where the days went, I put myself to sleep like a leaning in park, showers keep streaming, over the creek and the rocks, the blades of a green in, the grass is in flock, moss in the round end, thoughts you could drown in, there isn’t a false, the truth is my heart, it’s difficult to disembark, and the bite of reality, keeps me so low and this casualty, is my flow I left casually, she avoids me like pain, I see the drops hit the pane of my sanity, from outside I look in, she left me nothing but rain, and a way to keep pushing, myself to remain, a ghost to her future, a past I can’t name, I don’t feel the same, and the book in, my hands is my shame, I’m a type that will write her, just to find her in another love’s arms like the bend of a cane.

[@인간자체가강하다]

ㅎㅎ

[@goldenmodem8722]

I can’t stomach acid, digesting the truth is a manic asset, knowing she’s used, shining for another’s mattress, that makes me sick, she’s lost and confused, I’m still focused when my pulse matches sadness, she can’t sing the blues, the hues are too smoked in ashes, my fire’s dead, she can’t bring me to light, she can only ride his instead, so many made it with her, so anything I make is reconsidered, she can make nothing new because nothing she does is different, only the blues can make her real, but I don’t think she can walk through this entrance, she’s too loved, by many, I don’t have any juice, dry rivers don’t make me bitter, but the impact of showers can weaken overpowered groups, and the rain that’s dropped, never makes me stop, water towers, batter crops, the ladder follows, the ground is hot, the movement lowered, the chatter boxed, speaking to myself like we love to talk, outlines in chalk, the flower withers, I cannot bark, to missing pictures, I developed a frame, I wished it with her, but she’s absent, and the sickness litters, her attendance fleeting, the movement she’s leaving, isn’t a precursor to a preemptive meeting.

[@goldenmodem8722]

I’m not impressed, show me you’re a mess, show me pretty girls running the other way where you step, my step’s not a quest, it’s a melody, and I sing for free, anywhere I can, remember me, you get love, that’s the energy, I get the dust, or the enemies, and that’s not the same, YOU CANNOT SING, you don’t know the pain, I’m the book they judge before they read me, I’m the real love lurking in the darkness to lead me, the uncertainty of trust, she gives you easy, you and I are not the same, stop being insane and greedy, I don’t try to break doors meant to shut me out, every door you walk to has they key that cuts your doubts, my home is not a house, it’s a feeling of comfort from word of mouth, like a pressing notion from the cradles of couch, and every bit counts, and you count, that’s the matter that I never had to gather, that’s an amount of shatter, you won’t see, I can’t sing for no one, that’s someone I won’t be, true attempts to have her, is the lines I drop, each time I’m lost, I’m found, so you don’t need to come around me after.

[@Sara_Beam]

오늘밤도 비가 옵니다 그래서 왔습니다

[@진지한주부.쓰리랑부]

이게노래지

[@김인범-o2v]

2021년에도 왔어요?

[@balibee4767]

도입부 들을때 원령공주 숲 생각남

[@sangmiiiiiin]

아직도 듣는사람

[@goldenmodem8722]

You can’t sing the blues...but they can

[@goldenmodem8722]

Who’s complaining? I’m simply explaining, inside it’s raining, outside it’s sunny, this isn’t a game, this isn’t funny, to me, to most I’m a joke, to the lost souls something’s runny, trying to catch up to the changing trends, women were made for men, she was made to make me confused like I was nothing, short of a cruise, bye, seeing skies when I close my eyes to someone stunning, I stopped asking why all these women don’t reply, I’m used to the strife, that’s the life I’ve been leading, so I’m leaving what I write for others who feel the empty scene of longing loving, when push comes to shove, I feel I’m seeking a lost art like someone shoveling, there’s no buried treasure, underneath is the shallow end of distant measures, and I can’t amount to, the doubts you, persist to create like every mistake is me being as honest as you won’t do, I know, I know I won’t do, you don’t need to worry, I know the answer to the problem, no need for inquiry, in curly folds I manifest, I feet old in every step, I hold, my classic common sense has been trying to make our ends meet like the sweet float of softened scents, I pulse the vibe of music like it’s 1975, and I’m not even born yet, I’ve formed less, to create this, so don’t ask which, I prefer, I can’t make the music for them, if I can’t sing for her...

[@심재승-f9x]

근본

[@QAWBB]

2025년에 듣고 계신 분?

[@goldenmodem8722]

With a little less touch of her body, more conversation probably, the title stays prominent, my confidence is less bonding, sticking to my original plan, there’s no need to veer off, I’m tired of proclaiming my dominance, I’m here to appear lost, you can push her to hate me, I’ve been doing this forever lately, since forever my lady, even elementary, my way is sedimentary, rock solid, formation on my concentration, combinations vary, like lumps in gravy, gently stirred, shaken when her loving arms can carry, my hopes up, never, I keep them at eye level mostly, seeing where the next day won’t take me, slowly wading, gross and fading, my image is a picture that won’t fit her like my jokes and babies, I focus daily, so as not to fall for a broken day dream, the blues are the ocean, and eighty percent of me can’t swim with the fishes, I’m too orca to flail, you can fail at pulling your work up, I’ll keep breathing the blues until she helps me out of the water by squeezing the cork up, this isn’t whine, it’s factual, your actual design doesn’t want to bond with mine like plastic particles to natural vines that climb when stacking your capitals, and the miss is, not ambitious, it’s basic, and I’m too outside of the box to face lift.

[@goldenmodem8722]

Most of the women you knew were friends, most of the women I knew were pretend, women are not better than men, there’s gay women who want girls to believe they’re better than them, but how’s that so? When it took a man to give a woman her soul, and half of your genetic makeup, came from the man that your mother needed to make love, those two combined, made the lives we call yours and mine, this isn’t a diss, it’s an answer to the disrespect I get, trying to get her kiss, is about as right to her lips as getting a cancer, and I’m treated like a disease, you girls can come as you please without trying to romance her, and as soon as she appears, it appears I have to leave, that’s a family tree I’ll never catch a branch of, and your sex isn’t love, because there’s nothing coming out but fluid like pampers, between your knees needs aren’t met, they’re thrown out when wet before pulling your pants up, and there’s no chance us, could ever be, sing yourself to sleep if you think I’m dumb enough to think she wants me caressing her canvas, I paint strong with a man’s heart, yearning for a love I can’t start, you didn’t have to earn her trust, I’ve been writing for dusk becomes dawn, and this song becomes a part of the being I can touch, rainy inside, outside it’s sunny, since she doesn’t want my body, here’s something she can take from me, it’s not money, but you can spend it wisely, holding me with her body is the only way she’ll surprise me.