Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Roll a Route, artist - Illah Dayz
Date of issue: 14.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Roll a Route |
Yo, i roll ah route, pickin my snout, breakin some crumbs |
Sicknin, another chicken in these the one’s |
Shine on’em ultraviolet light yo, see the sun |
I stroll wit the wise, one killah bee who stung |
Broke ah tooth, lung in the booth, truth has brung |
Yo, the heavy rapper, hand clap ya, hard smack ya |
Cardiac attack ya, back up, then car jack ya |
Wit ah cane, im goin insane, loosin my brain |
My pain deep, hurtin my back, chest, im vexed |
Stressed, nights ah mess, plus im not gettin rest |
Im wide open like the skies open, in ah ride |
Wit ah vibe that i tried coping, im tired soakin |
Dressin in the flyest coatings, holdin trees thats |
Poten, i ski slopin up and down hills its real |
Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for |
Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for |
Pull ah kick door, mission only meant to get dough |
Its hot and heat scorch ya, ya die when heat scorch ya |
Outside smokin out the ride, the dope choke ya |
Sweat shirt sweatin, need ah squirt of super soakah |
Double barrel, trouble in the air and i can smell it |
Inhale it deep, jumpin out the jeep but dont sweat it |
Apparel match, chain swingin, chattin on my nextale |
Next tale major, life savior let me exhale |
Mighty joe youngs, large whales wit big guns |
Posted, while sex and drug sales flood the slums |
Black gums, dirty mouth bums that max lungs |
Hosted, relay son, i rollah coasted |
Chef in the kitchen glazed the oven roasted chicken |
Boom box beat, preheat ya lovin while im spittin |
Bomb ticking drama, streets everyday trauma |
Honor O Dhama, life thoughts, daily karma |
Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for |
Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for |
Pull ah kick door, mission only meant to get dough |