DEATH ROLL歌词
作词 : Jaylah Hickmon/Malik Sanders
作曲 : Jaylah Hickmon/Malik Sanders
Speed the freeway when I need a breeze, aye
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumbling none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this bag?
I wonder what them labels see in a bitch this black
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit...
作曲 : Jaylah Hickmon/Malik Sanders
Speed the freeway when I need a breeze, aye
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumbling none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this bag?
I wonder what them labels see in a bitch this black
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit...
