PETRICHOR (Lyrics & Instrumental)
• Written by VenusianShadow
VenusianShadow's Notes
The six-month hiatus was therapeutic. These verses are what I want to write. Before the hiatus, I was lyrically stagnant and struggled to channel my writer/rapper. The emotional imbalance ruined creativity, and I'd only write about depression and sadness. So, take a break from your talents if you need to. Sometimes, we need to refresh ourselves, remember our purpose, and rebuild strength.
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Below, the song speaks about the value of money in a poetic way, using idioms about money with a metaphorical "Land of Wealth." I'll add a second verse sometime, and record it when it's necessary.
VERSE 1
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Make it rain for the petrichor
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Then exuding the smell of worth
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It's a moment to drop a stack; a snack of bread for the epicure
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A plan ahead of the Messidor
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Horizon graced by Vindemiatrix
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Fruits of labor are fresh, I'll give a vine of grapes to my lioness
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In the woods of a wealthy land, the trees are growin' cash
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The flowin' rain makes president's cry, but they're never chosen last
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'Cause I'm knowin' that, our time is money; spending hours to buy a watch
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Our independence is priceless - I'll rend the powers of Wyandotte
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If you can balance the books with written pages and sharper pencils
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Cash-and-carry to build your strength while liftin' bars to harder levels
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Then you float alone with self-esteem, and know about rags to riches
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Drawin' interest with leadership, and showin' them how to track the distance
VERSE 2
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In their pocket, there is a wallet with teeth; eating cake
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Beige rubberbands compressing the dollar green, pleading face
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Their wealthiness is a symbol they're meeting grace
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Working hard 'til they leave a trace
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Had the reverie to be elderly eating splendidly seasoned steaks
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Rapping gifts with a beat in place, showin' fakes how we reason
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If I earned a dollar for every rhyme, I'd be the Gates of this beaten game
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If I made it rain for the petrichor
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I'd be exuding the smell of worth
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It'd be a moment to drop a stack, that snack of bread for my epicure
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A plan ahead of the Messidor
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Horizon graced by Vindemiatrix
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Fruits of labor are ripe, I'll get a vine of grapes for my lioness
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VenusianShadow
Member since November 13 2019