Tommy Ice - Rolls royce lyrics

(yeah) Tommy, shoutout Guala
(Hm hmm, hm hmm, yeah)
(I been feelin' saucy, fucked up)
(Know I got a big heart, fuck love
Fuck love, Lil' shawty like attached)
(She ain't ever could've changed)
(I was heavy on the 'shrooms)
(They was fuckin' with my brain)

Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars heal
Rolls Royce, ridin' round here
With the star ceiling
Stress, from the world and
That's a gorsh feeling
Had to cut you off, I'm sorry
Hold no hard feelings got a bag
But it didn't help the scars' growth
That's alright, it's okay
I'll be good tommorrow
Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro
You can't shine all the time, even stars go

Somewhere in the daytime
I could rеally catch a
Feelin' on the FaceTime
Shawty got thе type of face
That I would make mine off an upper
Got me speedin' like it's race time

III'm still young but I feel old
I can't help it, yeah, I'm
Sorry that I feel so, strongly
Niggas really jealous
So I gotta keep a pistol on
If they switch up on the boys
We gon' get 'em gone
Got a bag, now I'm stayin' on the west side
You did me dirty
Hope you're happy with your next guy
Yeah, I'll be happy with my next hoe
Retail therapy, I walk out with my neck froze

I been feelin' saucy, fucked up
Know I got a big heart, but fuck love
(Fuck love) lil' shawty like attached
She ain't ever could've changed
I was heavy on the 'shrooms
They was fuckin' with my brain

Got a bag
But it didn't help the scars' growth
That's alright, it's okay
I'll be good tommorrow
Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro
You can't shine all the time, even stars go

Somewhere in the daytime
I could really catch a
Feelin' on the FaceTime
Shawty got the type of face
That I would make mine off an upper
Got me speedin' like it's race time

So it's fuck drugs
(yeah) , I won't ever be the same
Sippin' on the liquor, memory got rearranged
And you fucked up, how I run away from pain?
I been tryna grow up
But I'm still feelin' the same
Feel the pain, feel the same i peep the lies
You never change at all
You always say it's my fault
I got a family to feed
So I been prayin' I blow

Got a bag, but it didn't help the scars heal
That's alright, it's okay
I'll be good tommorrow
Yeah, keep your head up when it's hard bro
You can't shine all the time, even stars go

Somewhere in the daytime
I could really catch a
Feeling on the FaceTime
Shawty got the type of face
That I would make mine off an upper
Got me speeding like it's race time

Speedin' like it's race time
(Guala Beats, bring it back, 5Head)