RHOME - Oz

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going
Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong
Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going
Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong
Don't stop, Baby baby
Don't stop, Baby baby
Don't stop, Baby baby
Don't stop, Baby baby
Okay I never had it still ain't got it, woah
But I'm never trippin, never wishin' other niggas into my position
Always hated dissin', Always hated fishin'
Here I am in the same boat, Tryna stay float
Brick by brick like lego, Click click click my way home
I been feeling different, shit been getting wicked
And my heart been missin', damn
Tin can in my right hand but my left hand Ken Griffey
I need you to bare with me
I went out to sea and I ain't bring the flare with me
But believe, I brought the snare with me
Can you see, life isn't fair really, but it got fares plenty
So no I can't share pennies, I'm collecting my change
Now I spend most of my days just writing
Recalling when niggas made minimal wage
Ironic that I was the one bringing dinner to niggas
For me to put food on my plate
A couple months later and I'm on a yacht in Miami
I'm posted with all of my mates
My label was asking for music
And I spent my summer just chilling and putting on weight
Heavy hitting bitches, niggas getting sicker
Then in a minute it hit me like 'wait!'
Ain't none of it worth it if momma still workin'
The devil be lurking around like a snake
But Cole said I'm born as a sinner
So somebody tell me the difference that all of it makes, nigga
Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going
Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong
Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going
Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong
Look
I'm feeling better than ever
And every vendetta against me grow lesser and lesser with every letter
Forgive but I always remember, I'll never forget her
She taught me the people
That love you can hurt you it don't make it better, or worse
For better or worse, my word live forever in verse
I'm blessed with the curse of constantly being in search of feeling
I'm needed and wanted and nurtured
Love and the lust need to merger, gotta stop praying for dollars in worship
Under my commas be cursive, all of my problems commercial
All of my knowledge is verbal
Life is a bitch and you ain't on her list but she'll pick up the pen if you hurt her
Niggas be driving around with they learner's, under they
Swishas on top of they burners
Foot on the pedal inside of the
Virgil's they bought with the money they needed for Gerber's
Plotting on parking the whip by the
Church's to hop out on somebody making a purchase
Man, if he took some time to rehearse it
Then maybe he wouldn't be looking so nervous
Maybe his momma stop crying at service
The trauma Madonna it Open
Your Heart like a surgeon, this ain't a song it's a sermon
I'm not the Uno I'm certain
Plotted on drawing your deuce, but the card up my sleeve gon' reverse it
Niggas is begging for mercy, here I am fighting off devilish urges
Remember that I had your life in my hands
And I gave you a chance but you didn't deserve it, bitch

Written by:
Roman McGee

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