Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll With Me, artist - Brasco. Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll With Me |
| Trapped inside my mind |
| I know the feeling |
| The feeling’s nothing new |
| No air inside my lungs |
| Maybe I’m weightless |
| The ceiling, I’ll push through |
| Tie-dyed eyes from the blunt smoke |
| Straight ass lines, supermodel |
| She just can’t keep her eyes closed |
| So we dance, spin the bottle |
| I pull up, off the throttle |
| No we can’t help but wobble |
| On the soul, Aristotle |
| Friends are with her, apostles |
| I got my drink in my hand |
| I’m rolling on twenties from nin to five |
| To the promised land |
| Aftrlife be damned |
| No man’s land through the smoke lines |
| I’m tryna blow up like a landmine |
| Dollar sign with no faces |
| She’s always fucking my bottom line |
| Seen you drinking by yourself |
| All alone for way too long |
| Had to introduce myself |
| Sorry if I came on too strong |
| Where you wanna go, who wanna you be |
| Are you the type to come roll with me |
| It’s only one night, let’s go home and see, girl |
| Seen you drinking by yourself |
| All alone for way too long |
| Had to introduce myself |
| Sorry if I came on too strong |
| Where you wanna go, who wanna you be |
| Are you the type to come roll with me |
| It’s only one night, let’s go home and see, girl |
| Trapped inside my mind |
| I know the feeling |
| The feeling’s nothing new |
| No air inside my lungs |
| Maybe I’m weightless |
| The ceiling, I’ll push through |
| Ooh, this beat is serious |
| The synth made a nigga feel curious |
| This verse gon' convince the jury of |
| Manslaughter at the least and I’m furious |
| I subscribe to the theory of |
| Opposites attracting, we got some traction |
| Add me on Snap and fuck the subtraction |
| Taste of the fruit will give me some passion |
| And you wanna accuse of me acting |
| Well maybe just a lil bit |
| Roll it up and take a lil hit |
| Pour it up and take a lil sip |
| Let me poke you with the drill tip |
| Don’t gotta ask if you feel it then |
| Do gotta ask if your man in the past |
| Then forget that nigga, period |
| I been trying to find the words to say |
| Say I want you |
| I need you |
| I been trying to find the words to say |
| Say I’m sorry |
| Cause this all I know |
| I fucked around, I lost control |
| I didn’t mean to go overboard |
| I drank too much and I’m starting to feel it |
| If you know what I mean |
| I don’t even know what I mixed |
| All I know is that I’m so lit |
| Trying to find a way to move on |
| Looking for the words that I mean |
| Probably end up saying the wrong thing |
| Yeah still I keep it rolling, ain’t no way that I’m gon' slow it |
| I’ma keep it, keep it going |
| Look for someone who adore me |
| And will want to be with me until the morning |
| And then we get going, our |
| Separate ways, that’s the play |
| Looking for love, you’re in the wrong place |
| But don’t mind me, I came to say |
| Trapped inside my mind |
| I know the feeling |
| The feeling’s nothing new |
| No air inside my lungs |
| Maybe I’m weightless |
| The ceiling, I’ll push through |
| If I die inside of this club |
| I’ll die inside your arms |
| We’ll be forever young |
| We’re never growing up |
| If I die in this club |
| If I die in this club |
| I’ll die inside your arms |
| We’ll be forever young |
| We’re never growing up |
| If I die in this club |
| If I die in this club |