Testo Roll - Zdot
Testo della canzone Roll (Zdot), tratta dall'album Project Z
I know you wanna roll
But tell me where was you before
When I was looking for you, oh oh
I wish that I could say it's all gone
Yeah I forgive and I forget no
Now I'm getting high
You want a piece of me
See I'm up with the birds
And I'm flying high, you get to see me
I'm trying to make paper like a bunch of trees
Tight branches, I ain't dropping any of my leaves
I used to love the streets, now I'm trying to up and leave
And I was flat on my face, ain't no one believe
So I act a bit cocky now I'm on my feet
Man used to laugh when I said I had a dream
Now they wanna get in my vids and gas on the screen
So I'm trying to tell all these pricks the gas ain't for me
I ain't ever been a gangster or a murderer
Big time shotter, armed robber or a burglar
Did a bit of dirt but I know other man are dirtier
A got a five for the burner and got birded off
The feds locked the locks but they can't stop the clock
So I've been counting the minutes since I copped a watch
Heading for the top, I ain't ever gonna stop
Not until I'm long gone, dead and buried in a box
I know you wanna roll
But tell me where was you before
When I was looking for you, oh oh
I wish that I could say it's all gone
Yeah I forgive and I forget no
Now I'm getting high
You want a piece of me
See I'm up with the birds
And I'm flying high, you get to see me
You don't know my name, I don't need an introduction
How the hell they call it beef when ain't nobody dropping
I just look at it as band up with a couple nobheads
And I ain't trying to catch no thirty years over nonsense
Lately it's like the whole of my ends hate me
But really I think everybody in my ends rates me
Most of my friends snakey, I see 'em trying to play me
It's nothing, only person I'm trying to feed is my baby
A lot of people I grew up with turned into strangers
Them man used to be my brothers, now I call 'em haters
I rate myself, I ain't trying to earn nobody's ratings
Most the DJs in the country want me on their playlists
Used to make trouble, now I make papers
Young dumb and in love man, I love hatred
I'm a one man army, my whole squad's made it
If I make it with this chance is where I can't waste it
I know you wanna roll
But tell me where was you before
When I was looking for you, oh oh
I wish that I could say it's all gone
Yeah I forgive and I forget no
Now I'm getting high
You want a piece of me
See I'm up with the birds
And I'm flying high, you get to see me
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Lee Dare, Thomas Broderick, Jay Norton, Ben Hannington
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