Rod Wave - By Your Side lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - By Your Side lyrics]
(Pipe that shit up Tnt)
Where the fuck is Rod Wave? Hey
It's November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Young nigga way outta state
Fucked up, gettin' over pain
Look how far a nigga came
You remember I ain't had a thing
Fucked up, walkin' through the rain
At the top of the game
Should've seen the niggas I was tryna bring
It's crazy the way these niggas change
Tell the city girl chill
You know baby mama know the deal
She know I could beat that pussy
Okay, let's switch the subject
Notice that both of my wrists is flooded
I been grindin' so hard
Gettin' to this money
I been working like I know
The drought is coming
Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday
You know I'm street running
Okay, my daddy was a gangster
What the fuck that made me?
Niggas claiming that it's love dawg
But it can't be
Know I fell in love with guns
By the age of thirteen
And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach
Fuck dying in my Cuban link
I'm living in my Richard Millie
I just finished my tour
What a wonderful feeling
I got inside my bag and got out my feelings
I'm out my feelings
Hey there everybody
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away but look
Tonight you look so pretty yes you do, oh
Times Square couldn't shine as bright as you
I swear, it's true look, look
Hey there everybody
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right here if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Uh, listen to my voice, it's my disguise
By your, your side by your side
By your side, yeah, yeah watching you close
Where the fuck is Rod Wave? Hey
It's November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Young nigga way outta state
Fucked up, gettin' over pain
Look how far a nigga came
You remember I ain't had a thing
Fucked up, walkin' through the rain
At the top of the game
Should've seen the niggas I was tryna bring
It's crazy the way these niggas change
Tell the city girl chill
You know baby mama know the deal
She know I could beat that pussy
Okay, let's switch the subject
Notice that both of my wrists is flooded
I been grindin' so hard
Gettin' to this money
I been working like I know
The drought is coming
Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday
You know I'm street running
Okay, my daddy was a gangster
What the fuck that made me?
Niggas claiming that it's love dawg
But it can't be
Know I fell in love with guns
By the age of thirteen
And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach
Fuck dying in my Cuban link
I'm living in my Richard Millie
I just finished my tour
What a wonderful feeling
I got inside my bag and got out my feelings
I'm out my feelings
Hey there everybody
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away but look
Tonight you look so pretty yes you do, oh
Times Square couldn't shine as bright as you
I swear, it's true look, look
Hey there everybody
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right here if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Uh, listen to my voice, it's my disguise
By your, your side by your side
By your side, yeah, yeah watching you close