Rod Wave - Roaming lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Roaming lyrics]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That's probably Tago)
(Ooh, Bankhead got them 808s) you gotta
You know what I be sayin', gotta just
Enjoy life, you know what I'm sayin'?
I just gotta stay off my phone, stay active
You know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta get in touch with reality
You know what I'm sayin'? Real
I've been livin' lately
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, this for real
Young nigga on a rush to get paid
I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming i've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you're living to die
You could die for not keeping your pole
Better get low whenever that heater explode
Not playing your role
Now the reaper reaching your soul
Your killer, he gone
Wail at home bleaching his clothes
And you could die
For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit
Know these hoes be having that shit
Ratchet and shit
Now you in your casket and shit
In front of this fake ass pastor and shit
And listen, you could die
An innocent human being cancer a bitch
Seen that shit shatter a dream
No matter your age
A grave ain't as far as it seem
Watch the faith, way back in 2013
Pray I can see thirty a healthy and free man
Hope I don't die in the street
Or get locked in a jam
I talked to whoadie last week
Say he got him a plan popped him a Xan'
Died with his fire in his hand
That's why you gotta stay focused, focused
We probably in hell already
Our dumb asses ain't know it
Everybody kissing ass to get to
Heaven and ain't going, i'm a
Young nigga on a rush to get paid
I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming i've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you're living to die
Rush to get paid my grave
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's probably Tago)
(Ooh, Bankhead got them 808s) you gotta
You know what I be sayin', gotta just
Enjoy life, you know what I'm sayin'?
I just gotta stay off my phone, stay active
You know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta get in touch with reality
You know what I'm sayin'? Real
I've been livin' lately
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, this for real
Young nigga on a rush to get paid
I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming i've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you're living to die
You could die for not keeping your pole
Better get low whenever that heater explode
Not playing your role
Now the reaper reaching your soul
Your killer, he gone
Wail at home bleaching his clothes
And you could die
For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit
Know these hoes be having that shit
Ratchet and shit
Now you in your casket and shit
In front of this fake ass pastor and shit
And listen, you could die
An innocent human being cancer a bitch
Seen that shit shatter a dream
No matter your age
A grave ain't as far as it seem
Watch the faith, way back in 2013
Pray I can see thirty a healthy and free man
Hope I don't die in the street
Or get locked in a jam
I talked to whoadie last week
Say he got him a plan popped him a Xan'
Died with his fire in his hand
That's why you gotta stay focused, focused
We probably in hell already
Our dumb asses ain't know it
Everybody kissing ass to get to
Heaven and ain't going, i'm a
Young nigga on a rush to get paid
I been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming i've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you're living to die
Rush to get paid my grave
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah