It's Not Rain, God Is Splitting On Us testo

He plays his drum and he smokes his pot, I
T's not a lot but it's all that he's got
He drives a car with broken rims
He can't win, he can't win.
So it's another day that we sit and pray to god above,
but he turned away and sent us rain when we needed sun
I find it hard to smile this time, its been awhile,
but I guess I'll be fine, when's it all gonna go my way, someday, someday ...