Keep Me Dry

Rainy Reflections: Navigating Loss and Resilience in 'Keep Me Dry'
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Lyrics

(It's a Menace beat)

Introductory note about the producer of the beat, Menace.


My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

The speaker acknowledges a deeper understanding, suggesting personal growth and maturity.

From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT

Describing a journey from the streets to a better place, possibly referencing personal progress.

Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease

Reference to attending a funeral and the need for presentable clothing, highlighting a solemn occasion.

Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)

Recalling past criticism and negative remarks received from others.

From when they say they'll see you later, then they die

The unpredictability of life and how promises of meeting again can be shattered by death.

Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no

The speaker doesn't want to show vulnerability or emotion to others.

Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

Feeling emotionally isolated despite financial success.


"Hey, sir"

Dialogue about encountering someone who seems troubled and trying to offer support.

"How you doin', young man?"

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"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"

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And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right

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Here to smooth out my brother

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I miss my cousin, nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em

Expressing deep longing for deceased loved ones and a distrust of others, choosing family over others.

I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em

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I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas

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Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline

References to a lifestyle involving drugs, theft, and wealth, juxtaposing darker actions with material success.

And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah

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Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead

Reflecting on the death of a friend while still trying to maintain a sense of luxury even on difficult days.

Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day

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I'm hope that she can comprehend me

Hope that someone can understand the speaker's situation or feelings.


My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

Reiteration of themes from earlier verses, emphasizing the struggle with emotions, loss, and maintaining composure.

From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT

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Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease

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Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)

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From when they say they'll see you later, then they die

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Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no

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Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

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In the trenches, probably where I feel the safest at

Feeling most secure in challenging environments, expressing a desire to return to a past relationship, and discussing carrying weapons.

We've been broke up for a minute, baby, take me back

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I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back

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Two extensions in my rental, if he eighty racks

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High speed in the Banshee

References to criminal activities, frequent run-ins with the law, and the psychological toll of a difficult upbringing.

I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame

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Try to keep my mama off the street, but she's so damaged

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It's like my heart now scared to beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (mmm)

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I'm traumatized from homicides, them murder one be the victim

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Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up 60 my nigga

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They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see beat the system

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I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep with my pistol

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My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more

Continued emphasis on personal growth, reflections on past experiences, fear of death, and using material success as a shield against emotional pain.

From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT

-

Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease

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Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)

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From when they say they'll see you later, then they die

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Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no

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Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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