Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rojer Rover, artist - SYBYR. Album song Deathhead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Anti-World
Song language: English
Rojer Rover |
| Whoa, whoa |
| 'Ringe |
| God, God, yeah |
| Kill 'em, yuh (Ha ha) |
| Kill 'em, kill 'em (Ahh) |
| Kill 'em, kill 'em |
| Now they making my skully hurt with the syllables they utter (Ah) |
| Shake these heads, sling 'em in a motel gutter (Ah) |
| I could barely breathe, for surprise like your mother (Ah) |
| Never tell me «Simmer down,» stressin' like no other |
| Where your ass been when you feeling neglected? |
| (Whoa) |
| Fuck do you mean we are better rejected? |
| (Whoa, whoa) |
| The demons I clean out I fucking perfected (Whoa) |
| I swear he gon' see us, fuck all that mech shit (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
| Pray for the rapper like a motherfucking crash course |
| Turn these simple fuckers into dogs, pulling our force |
| Raging like a temperament, ooh, fuckin' full force |
| CLVN, fuck all of your plans, bitch eat a horse (Woo) |
| God damn, you ruin every damn day (Woo, whoa) |
| Hating everything 'cause everything straight shit (Whoa) |
| Excuses is just to be fucking legit (Whoa) |
| 'Ringe bleed blood, I’ma cut my own dick (Yeah) |
| Been a minute since a nigga got to speak his mind |
| Drinking, learning software and breaking my spine |
| If you could dig deep down enough then you will find |
| While you lied about the shit I was committing crimes |
| I been the lowest of the low, how am I still standing? |
| Niggas really think that I fuck with brandin' |
| Fuck y’all niggas and fuck that mad shit |
| Come and find me if you want that damage |
| Man, I really thought that I gave up violence |
| If it’s not for you, then nigga don’t try it |
| Rather have the drama, than be quiet |
| Them days are over, that shit ain’t flyin' |
| 'Ringe I’m sorry bro, I had to let them know |
| I’ma wait it out and we’ll see how this go |
| In other news, oh I heard we had a show |
| We need this shit so we know that we’ll grow |
| Nigga weirdo see, it’s the couping creeps (Creeps) |
| Really making tracks, really selling beats (Beats) |
| Stomping on your feet |
| Cooking hella shit 'cause we need to eat (Ayy) |
| None of you people tell me how to be |
| It’s been three years since I started to rap |
| In them three years life ain’t cut me no slack |
| Bitch, I am burgundy, don’t call me black |
| I was so lost until I found a Mac, pack |
| Lackin' ass dude with his fuckin' hand out |
| With this machete, I’ma show him what I’m about |
| Been past the stage of hearing them out |
| Month after month I was sleeping on the couch |
| So why do you expect me to be nice now? |
| (Why?) |
| Don’t come over here, you are not allowed (Why?) |
| Go make that fake shit on SoundCloud |
| It’s Ghostie, you phony, so globe out your route |