LRC歌词
Roshin:
Got these AI Rappers tryin’ bootleg from us
I was live before AI graced a 2k cover
throw me 10,000 - yeah I’m doing suitcase numbers
cept I bag it like a sous vide, fold it like a souffle my sous chef stuntin’
damn Grit, we the arctic cold
listenin’ to Nirvana while I’m flippin’ through Siddhartha stoned
to the narcissist I’m Gold, man, a heart of stone
Fill the pillowcase up with the bars of soap they'd hardly know
on tour smokin’ that Cheech and Chong like it’s Vietnam
if you see me trippin’ you should be alarmed
read my rights before you read my wrongs
roll the dice you don’t believe the songs
I need to see the commas in my bank account
I need to be responsible I need to see responses when these bangers out
my **** is drippy I’m just hanging out
bring the clothes hangers out, try to understand just what the slang about
I talk different cause I am different
I spell it GXD cause I’m a bad Christian
this ain’t an IG ad pimpin’ I’m adlibbin’
ask Grit I’m handin’ out blacklistin’s and asskickin’s
I write commercials cause the cash different
I write dance joints that pay on the backend I’m,
Mike Fastbender, Ian McKellen think I’m Magneto
but I’m Patrick Stewart cause that’s Raz ****
I’m Rosh, I came up on Dilla Primo and Madlib I’m dope
these artists gon’ act distant they catfishin’ folks
it sound different when they in person
I’m yellin’ **** a rapper on the kids version
I deal with panic attacks, the shocks are anaphylactic with that the doctor told that I have to relax
I’m smokin’ somethin’ on a path to relapse, till my capacity capped
my brother told me that it has to be Pat
Chorus:
Yeah know, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/
yeah I’m in the cut, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/
Gritfall:
I’m fallin back in lust, I’m falling back in
We Batmen, Rosh n Hep sent the signal you know I’m rapping
superhuman reaction to all that’s happening
Except wit a villain twist, I’m stepping on ur origami napkin
I’m rockets Robert horry, Roshin Scottie pip N Hep Hakeem
Houston we got us a problem, Ven aquí
Dead set on making my cheese, More dairy free, no Ben n Jerry
I pair the fleece wit a hoodie, don’t do vacations, I don’t follow no itinerary
I’m so in love wit the mic I might take it out to Paris
Just for the week
me n shure At the Ruth Chris Splurging, sipping nothing that’s virgin
Spent sumn like a band per person
it’s a difference in what works and just working
It’s simple mathematics , do learn it
I’m courteous wit these records Im versing, opening up the door for her
Later on we mines , au revoir
Got these AI Rappers tryin’ bootleg from us
I was live before AI graced a 2k cover
throw me 10,000 - yeah I’m doing suitcase numbers
cept I bag it like a sous vide, fold it like a souffle my sous chef stuntin’
damn Grit, we the arctic cold
listenin’ to Nirvana while I’m flippin’ through Siddhartha stoned
to the narcissist I’m Gold, man, a heart of stone
Fill the pillowcase up with the bars of soap they'd hardly know
on tour smokin’ that Cheech and Chong like it’s Vietnam
if you see me trippin’ you should be alarmed
read my rights before you read my wrongs
roll the dice you don’t believe the songs
I need to see the commas in my bank account
I need to be responsible I need to see responses when these bangers out
my **** is drippy I’m just hanging out
bring the clothes hangers out, try to understand just what the slang about
I talk different cause I am different
I spell it GXD cause I’m a bad Christian
this ain’t an IG ad pimpin’ I’m adlibbin’
ask Grit I’m handin’ out blacklistin’s and asskickin’s
I write commercials cause the cash different
I write dance joints that pay on the backend I’m,
Mike Fastbender, Ian McKellen think I’m Magneto
but I’m Patrick Stewart cause that’s Raz ****
I’m Rosh, I came up on Dilla Primo and Madlib I’m dope
these artists gon’ act distant they catfishin’ folks
it sound different when they in person
I’m yellin’ **** a rapper on the kids version
I deal with panic attacks, the shocks are anaphylactic with that the doctor told that I have to relax
I’m smokin’ somethin’ on a path to relapse, till my capacity capped
my brother told me that it has to be Pat
Chorus:
Yeah know, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/
yeah I’m in the cut, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/
Gritfall:
I’m fallin back in lust, I’m falling back in
We Batmen, Rosh n Hep sent the signal you know I’m rapping
superhuman reaction to all that’s happening
Except wit a villain twist, I’m stepping on ur origami napkin
I’m rockets Robert horry, Roshin Scottie pip N Hep Hakeem
Houston we got us a problem, Ven aquí
Dead set on making my cheese, More dairy free, no Ben n Jerry
I pair the fleece wit a hoodie, don’t do vacations, I don’t follow no itinerary
I’m so in love wit the mic I might take it out to Paris
Just for the week
me n shure At the Ruth Chris Splurging, sipping nothing that’s virgin
Spent sumn like a band per person
it’s a difference in what works and just working
It’s simple mathematics , do learn it
I’m courteous wit these records Im versing, opening up the door for her
Later on we mines , au revoir
文本歌词
Roshin:Got these AI Rappers tryin’ bootleg from usI was live before AI graced a 2k coverthrow me 10,000 - yeah I’m doing suitcase numberscept I bag it like a sous vide, fold it like a souffle my sous chef stuntin’damn Grit, we the arctic coldlistenin’ to Nirvana while I’m flippin’ through Siddhartha stonedto the narcissist I’m Gold, man, a heart of stoneFill the pillowcase up with the bars of soap they'd hardly know on tour smokin’ that Cheech and Chong like it’s Vietnamif you see me trippin’ you should be alarmedread my rights before you read my wrongsroll the dice you don’t believe the songsI need to see the commas in my bank accountI need to be responsible I need to see responses when these bangers outmy **** is drippy I’m just hanging outbring the clothes hangers out, try to understand just what the slang about I talk different cause I am differentI spell it GXD cause I’m a bad Christianthis ain’t an IG ad pimpin’ I’m adlibbin’ask Grit I’m handin’ out blacklistin’s and asskickin’sI write commercials cause the cash differentI write dance joints that pay on the backend I’m,Mike Fastbender, Ian McKellen think I’m Magnetobut I’m Patrick Stewart cause that’s Raz **** I’m Rosh, I came up on Dilla Primo and Madlib I’m dopethese artists gon’ act distant they catfishin’ folksit sound different when they in personI’m yellin’ **** a rapper on the kids versionI deal with panic attacks, the shocks are anaphylactic with that the doctor told that I have to relaxI’m smokin’ somethin’ on a path to relapse, till my capacity cappedmy brother told me that it has to be PatChorus:Yeah know, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/ yeah I’m in the cut, rollin’ up the weed/ until I’m holdin’ on my nuts, holdin’ up the beat/ I think I’m fallin’ back in love/Gritfall:I’m fallin back in lust, I’m falling back inWe Batmen, Rosh n Hep sent the signal you know I’m rapping superhuman reaction to all that’s happening Except wit a villain twist, I’m stepping on ur origami napkin I’m rockets Robert horry, Roshin Scottie pip N Hep Hakeem Houston we got us a problem, Ven aquíDead set on making my cheese, More dairy free, no Ben n JerryI pair the fleece wit a hoodie, don’t do vacations, I don’t follow no itinerary I’m so in love wit the mic I might take it out to Paris Just for the week me n shure At the Ruth Chris Splurging, sipping nothing that’s virginSpent sumn like a band per person it’s a difference in what works and just working It’s simple mathematics , do learn it I’m courteous wit these records Im versing, opening up the door for her Later on we mines , au revoir
