Matt McAndrew - Make It Rain

When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well I know there can come fire from the sky
Refine the purest of canes
And even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so and just the same

Make it rain
Make it rain down low
Make it rain
Make it rain

Well the seas fill with water
That stops by the shore
Just like the riches of grandeur
They never gonna reach the poor

Well let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins
And fill the sky with all that they can drop
When it's time to make a change

Make it rain
Make it rain down low
Make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain down low
Make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain down low
Make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain

Written by:
Foy Vance

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