Lyrics Rojer Rover - SYBYR, Ghostie

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