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Rolls Royce

Tommy Ice
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Yeah, Tommy, shoutout Guala Hm-hmm, hm-hmm, yeah I been feelin' saucy, fucked up Know I got a big heart, but fuck love (fuck love) Lil' shawty like attached She ain't ever could've changed I was heavy on the 'shrooms They was fuckin' with my brain Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars heal Rolls Royce, ridin' round here, with the star ceiling Stress, from the world and that's a gorsh feeling Had to cut you off, I'm sorry, hold no hard feelings Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars' growth That's alright, it's okay, I'll be good tommorrow Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro You can't shine all the time, even stars go Somewhere in the daytime I could really catch a feelin' on the FaceTime Shawty got the type of face that I would make mine Off an upper, got me speedin' like it's race time I'm still young but I feel old I can't help it, yeah, I'm sorry that I feel so, strongly Niggas really jealous, so I gotta keep a pistol on If they switch up on the boys, we gon' get 'em gone Got a bag, now I'm stayin' on the west side You did me dirty, hope you're happy with your next guy Yeah, I'll be happy with my next hoe Retail therapy, I walk out with my neck froze I been feelin' saucy, fucked up Know I got a big heart, but fuck love (Fuck love) Lil' shawty like attached She ain't ever could've changed I was heavy on the 'shrooms They was fuckin' with my brain Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars' growth That's alright, it's okay, I'll be good tommorrow Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro You can't shine all the time, even stars go Somewhere in the daytime I could really catch a feeling on the FaceTime Shawty got the type of face that I would make mine Off an upper, got me speeding like it's race time Speedin' like it's race time So it's fuck drugs, (Yeah), I won't ever be the same Sippin' on the liquor, memory got rearranged And you fucked up, how I run away from pain? I been tryna grow up, but I'm still feelin' the same Feel the pain, feel the same I peep the lies You never change at all, you always say it's my fault I got a family to feed, so I been prayin' I blow Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars heal Rolls Royce, ridin' round here, with the star ceiling Stress, from the world and that's a gorsh feeling Had to cut you off, I'm sorry, hold no hard feelings Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars' growth That's alright, it's okay, I'll be good tommorrow Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro You can't shine all the time, even stars go Somewhere in the daytime I could really catch a feeling on the FaceTime Shawty got the type of face that I would make mine Off an upper, got me speeding like it's race time Speedin' like it's race time