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ROOFTOPS

 

ROOFTOPS

(álbum: WINTERS IN BROOKLYN - 2018)


Lala lala lala la, baby
Lala lala lala la

I see it all from my rooftop, yeah
I see it all like it's staged, yeah
I take the last from my [?], yeah
And it dissolves in the rain, yeah
I come right here with my mood high, yeah
I see it's all ball and chains, yeah
They out there on they stoop watching, yeah
From here you all look the same, yeah

The realest one still doing this
Feel like the only one thats not on lean or scrolling Grailed all day for that new Supream
The most of y'all are clueless
Say what it was, I said it was a dream, embarressed by my younger self like shit I was sixteen
I'm on some new shit, ey
Come on lil' Mama turn that pussy to Harvard, play the violin 'till you proper
Wipe your tears and put your chakras up, we stay on lockup, yuh
Sing me that opera (ey), like fuck what's popular
I love complaining, I like stunting like I made it
They saying theyself is basic, you're rich is a mind statement
If you feel the flight take it, they digging these vibrations
I'm chasing that [?], my pupils stay dilated, my thighs shaking
Said I got life and therefore I can light fire
Bring water to your mouth for when you're tired and ain't feeling too inspired
I myself was once a devil Prada, prior, before I learned that he a liar (bitch)
Can't see your chance, [?], I'm back in this bitch
Fuck what you heard, fuck what it is, a boy get a crip
Don't like the present moment currently
Still I'm in the cut like surgery, shoutout to the ones who never heard of me
Listening now, buiss' of the ground, y'all skipping from town
High as the [?], need no spliff in my mouth
My dreams be unbound, got visions, having more ups and downs
But I'm still unaroused, like come on girl, my dick on the ground

I wrote this song from my rooftop
Almost got lost in the page (baby)
I'm sad, tryna sing some Doo Wop (for ya), but this life is too strange
I come right here with my mood high, ey
I see it's all ball and chains
Down there from their stoop watching
I guess it ain't much changed, baby

Hey! Happy holidays
I can't get to the phone, please leave a message and have yourself a good day
Goodbye

hecho

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