Some of my friends can't get it right
Some of my friends been getting married
I got friends in a prison cell
I got friends in the cemetery
My good friend's been doin' time
I got a letter from him last February
Know it's fucked up, but I try to tell him
That the situation's just temporary
Hey, bro, it's been a minute now
Tell me how you been livin' now
He wrote me back, he said, "Things are good
Things are good, J, they're just different now
Still ain't sure when I'm gettin' out"
A lot of friends, they been switchin' now
He knows it, I know it
He shouldn't be in this position now
Bad shit keep happenin'
To good people, it's bafflin'
Time and time again, this ain't new
But I guess I gotta keep balancin'
Tryna keep spirits up high
But shit ain't always right
I ain't got no sleep, these problems kept me up last night
You know that I'm meaning all the shit that I say
We gon' kick it like the good ol' days
When you get out I'll take a rain check
I guess I'll take a rain check
Ayy, can you feel the pain yet?
Tired of the same shit
Holdin' on for dear life
I'm runnin' out of patience
Ayy, can I get a rain check?
Can I get a rain check?
Sick and tired of the same shit
Runnin' out of patience
I know I keep on askin', but
Can I take a rain check?
I guess I'll take a--
I hate thinkin' back on this
Fucks with my peace of mind
Story 'bout a homie named Greg that I met in high school, was a real good guy
Known in town as a respected dude
Big ol' smile and a sense of humor
Type of kid who had his shit together
You could tell he had a bright future
Type of energy that stuck with me
The way he moved just always stuck with me
Way back when I was writing raps, he used to bump my shit
Man, he'd fuck with me
Told me, "Jerry, brother, you a superstar"
Back then, that was reassurance
I had 50 fans and a mixtape on a burned CD, prayin' people heard it
Fast forward a bunch of years later
He would message me, we'd always keep in touch
Showin' love just sayin' keep it up
'Round the time I started heatin' up
Shortly after, I got bad news
Nothing short of a disaster
Got a call from a family friend
They said, "Greg is sick, he has cancer"
How's that possible? He's 26
He'll beat it, dawg, I got hope
They said, "It's in his brain, it's worst-case scenario
It's sad but chances are low
12 months if he's lucky
And it's rare that people get lucky"
Truth be told, man, it fucked me up
I watched the situation get ugly
When he got sick, we chilled like two or three times
Gotta come clean, I can't lie
He was so strong that every time we'd talk about it
I could barely even look him in the eyes
He passed away just like the doctors said he would
Damn, I wish that they were wrong
'Cause I'd much rather be kickin' it
'Stead of writin' this song
Guess I'll take a rain check
I guess I'll take a rain check
Any, can you feel the pain yet?
Tired of the same shit
Holdin' on for dear life
I'm runnin' out of patience
Ayy, can I get a rain check?
Can I get a rain check?
Sick and tired of the same shit
Runnin' out of patience
I know I keep on askin', but
Can I take a rain check?
I guess I'll take a--
Time slipped away from me
Time slipped away
Time slipped away from me
Time slipped away
Time slipped away from me
Time slipped, I wave goodbye
Time slipped away from me
Time slipped away
Time slipped away from me
(I guess I'll take a rain check)
Time slipped away
(Ayy, can you feel the pain yet?)
Time slipped away from me
(Tired of the same shit)
Time slipped away
(Holdin' on for dear life, I'm runnin' out of patience)
Time slipped away
(Ayy, can I get a rain check?)
Time slipped away from me
(Can I get a rain check?)
Time slipped, I wave goodbye
(Sick and tired of the same shit)
Time slipped away from me
(Runnin' out of patience)
Time slipped away
(I know I keep on askin', but)
(Can I take a rain check? I guess I'll take a--)
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