Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roaming, artist - Rod Wave. Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Song language: English
Roaming |
| You gotta |
| You know what I be sayin', gotta just |
| Enjoy life, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I just gotta stay off my phone, stay active, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Gotta get in touch with reality, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Real |
| I’ve been livin' lately, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Yeah, this for real |
| Young nigga on a rush to get paid |
| I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave |
| They ask me how it feel to be chosen |
| Never know if you’re coming or going |
| I’ve been roaming |
| I’ve been roaming |
| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
| When you’re living to die |
| You could die for not keeping your pole |
| Better get low whenever that heater explode |
| Not playing your role |
| Now the reaper reaching your soul |
| Your killer, he gone |
| Wail at home bleaching his clothes |
| And you could die |
| For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit |
| Know these hoes be having that shit |
| Ratchet and shit |
| Now you in your casket and shit |
| In front of this fake ass pastor and shit |
| And listen, you could die |
| An innocent human being |
| Cancer a bitch, seen that shit shatter a dream |
| No matter your age, a grave ain’t as far as it seem |
| Watch the faith, way back in 2013 |
| Pray I can see thirty a healthy and free man |
| Hope I don’t die in the street or get locked in a jam |
| I talked to whoadie last week, say he got him a plan |
| Popped him a Xan', died with his fire in his hand |
| That’s why you gotta stay focused, focused |
| We probably in hell already, our dumb asses ain’t know it |
| Everybody kissing ass to get to heaven and ain’t going, I’m a |
| Young nigga on a rush to get paid |
| I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave |
| They ask me how it feel to be chosen |
| Never know if you’re coming or going |
| I’ve been roaming |
| I’ve been roaming |
| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
| When you’re living to die |
| Rush to get paid |
| My grave |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |