Skyzoo - The Rage of Roemello lyrics

The rage of Roemello my name tryna echo
Staring so long I swear the page saying hello
I'm hearing these songs but tryna
Change up the metro
It feel like he'ron the way I'm
Straining wit the let go
The rage of it all, I swear to God

Wrote it to make you call me dope man
Dope man
Got y'all in tune but that tune got me moved
So if I choose to let this go and
Bid this shit adieu
And your listening improves
At least there's packages left if
You living in that mood
See we attract to the stretch
Everything should flip in twos
And if not, we should stop
Like we did all we could do
So I'm on my gracefully bow
And on my way to that bow
I leave it up to you to
Perform my grace for me now
I mean, hands folded, maybe the plans folded
Wasn't supposed to love it
They say that you can't show it
I mean, easier spoken of
See where this goes for us
Say it's real or at least
Hope that the motive was
Never had a second thought, never asked
Never once
Knee deep in it, fuck it, we ain't leaving it
Until it all goes and we go
To get to reach for it
And shit is smoke and mirrors and
We swinging tryna see through it
Stick and move, I'm liable to switch & shoot
Like I ain't here to play with this fog
Let's get this through
And I ain't here to stay with these odds
So when in tune
I'm either tryna even these odds or hit a new
As far as I can remember
We'd idolize thru the winter
And rather be in the 4
Like when Stoudemire's at center
I mean, GS 400's is all we wanted
However we do it, long as we done it
The rage of Roemello

Listening to Gloria's youngest
Had us all in the running
To wanna be what they told us we wasn't
Like all we need is to kno if we running
It's not in place
Cuz ambition is by the day, word to Wale
I mean
Same scenery we was tryna believe to be
Had us counting wins before we had us an in
And sleeping is paper thin
No wonder why we don't do it much
Sheets barely used, tell em all of
This is new to us, right?
And every dream that I dream is littered
With the fiends that I done seen
While tryna leave these visions
And so to clear it
I wrote to wanna be like him wit it
I hope he hear it
Cuz word to Chi Ali we did it
I hope he hear it, word to this blue Yank'
100 grey bottoms
These shit's never lose rank
And agreeing that heavy is the fade under it
But for the love of it
They look to you to carry it
And everything it's bundled with
Sunrise open your eyes, no surprise
Made it off of living for doe or die
Now you in the back of the coupe, glaring
Half of the stoop staring
To the point where you can give
Away packs like Snoop Pearson
Think about it, yea, THAT kinda rich
Sing songs for black hoodies
And black violins, i mean
The swan song for the evening
Forgive me in advance for your grievings
The rage of Roemello