INVERSION and BIG M.A.C - Picture Me Rollin' (feat. Canice)

Sad songs
On the rooftop
Circumstances
I can't talk
Cloud my mind
Girl I know you
Lost trust
Not sure I'll ever
Try love
Yeah
Make I dey
With no scars
Baby
You were cheating
On a regular
Lost my mind
And medulla
Please let's not
Just throw it back
Yeah
You made me
A victim
If there's love
How does it feel
I'm still scared
Think I'll loose me
Only family love
I real
Yeah
Racing in a
Vtwelve
I'll put my heart
On
Do not disturb
Run through your
Heart
I won't stop
Since you said
I'm not the one
Yeah
I put two man there
In a spliff
Best run when
My handthing blings
I was sixteen
When I flexing
My knife
The hood so cold
Man I barely survived
Could have been us
In the Bandos lonely
Could have been us
In that mug
Just noticed
This bitches
Don't mean shit
Only put that call
When the
Broskis horny
Naija boy
And I take no L's
Low-key thing
I don't kiss and tell
She wants me
Man your bitch
Obsessed
That bitch is mad
Your bitch a groupie
Two outta ten
Lukaku things
She got no goals
She got no vision
Left her on read
Now that's an
Addition
Drop two pagans
Told boy listen
They know who the
Real gees are
Walk in that room
And I see man bow
No stress just grace
No I see man frown
But you
Couldn't be us
Even tho man tried
You can't see us
Even tho man tried
Came from
The bandos
Took that risk
You don't know
The chat
Man you don't know
The half
Back then man
Had no homies
Now I trap
And I see
Fake broskis
I see man fake
The love
Thats low-key
But I noticed
Yaii
Sad songs
On the rooftop
Circumstances
I can't talk
Cloud my mind
Girl I know you
Lost trust
Not sure I'll ever
Try love
Yeah
Make I dey
With no scars
Baby
You were cheating
On a regular
Lost my mind
And medulla
Please let's not
Just throw it back
Yeah
You made me
A victim
If there's love
How does it feel
I'm still scared
Think I'll
Loose me
Only family love
I real
Yeah
Racing in a
Vtwelve
I'll put my heart
On
Do not disturb
Run through
Your heart
I won't stop
Since you said
I'm not the one
Yeah
Bring out the guns
Bring out
The bangers
No stress
When I hit
That coochie
The harder we ride
The harder
We coming
Thug life is the way
That we pull up
The opps
Dem know
That we
Calling the shots
Our tracks
Be banging
In clubs
We have no L's
Yea we have
No loss
Turn off the lights
Yeah baby
O course
Too many
Likkle things
She blows
I spit the bars
The way she
Be sucking
She knows how
To ease the stress
She knows how to
Touch my chest
My baby
She blooming
The cars the drip
Don't matter to her
My thug my one
My ride or die
The feelings
Are true
The feelings
Are true
No matter
The time
We spending
No matter
The fights
We having
I'm loving it
No matter the
Options we have
No matter
The cars
They drive
They keeping it
In heaven or hell
They judging
In heaven or hell
We fucking
And sucking it
We keeping
The hold
We keeping
The bond
Swear to the core
I'm not leaving it
If God can judge
Then I'll be
The hands
To stir and keep
My faith in him
Not leaving
That bond
So bring out
Your Glock
And shoot
My heart
Into pieces then
Sad songs
On the rooftop
Circumstances
I can't talk
Cloud my mind
Girl I know you
Lost trust
Not sure I'll ever
Try love
Yeah
Make I dey
With no scars
Baby
You were cheating
On a regular
Lost my mind
And medulla
Please let's not
Just throw it back
Yeah
You made me
A victim
If there's love
How does it feel
I'm still scared
Think I'll loose me
Only family love
I real
Yeah
Racing in a
Vtwelve
I'll put my heart
On
Do not disturb
Run through
Your heart
I won't stop
Since you said
I'm not the one
Yeah

Written by:
Canice Ushaswio, Etieno Umo, Wilson Egba

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