Calvin Harris, Future, Khalid and Funk Wav - Rollin

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

(Got) L-O-V-E on my right leg, that's Gucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
L-O-V-E on my main ho, that's Pucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden (damn)
Yeah, we deserve Grammys and some Oscars (damn)
They deserve Whammy's, they imposters
I be rollin' with my project homies, it's a vibe (vibe)
I just did some pills with the homie, it's a vibe (vibe)
Bend her over, switch sides, it's a vibe, yeah (yeah)

I come through with strippers and some shottas (shottas)
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
I pull up in several different options
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say, what, what)
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up)
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up)

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

Pluto
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', Chanel draped on me, baby (dig)
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', she look like she's sponsored by Mercedes (get it, yeah)
Dig what I'm sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
I pop bubbly in your memory (in your memory)
You should be glad I'm showin' you sympathy (show you sympathy)
I gave you real love out the gutter (out the gutter)
Ever let you go, you gon' suffer (you gon' suffer from it)

I come through with strippers and some shottas (shottas)
I gotta accept that I'm a monster (I got, yeah)
I pull up in several different options (ah, yeah)
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say, what, what)
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up)
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up, rolled up, rolled up)

Yeah, L-O-V on my right leg, yeah
Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I'm sayin'?
I feel like I should be giving up (whoa-oh, ohh)
You can leave if it's too much
But I'm tired of you leading me on, oh no
I don't like where this shit is going
I've been stuck in all your apologies
Gave my all but you want more from me
Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same
I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my name

Written by:
Adam Richard Wiles, Khalid Robinson, Nayvadius Wilburn

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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