Isaiah rashad - Rope // rosegold

And that this world has
Uhm-hm, yeah

When I'm sober I might testify
That this world has folded our praise
For the few that always touch the sky
I don't want space ships
I miss my roses
And I won't call you
Cause I'm too fake
Like nowadays
I barely know myself
But thank God I found this rope, I love you
Yeah baby, I love you
I love you
I barely know myself
But thank God I found this rope, I love you
Yeah baby, I love you
I love you

Then my dad did call me yesterday
And he cried and cried into my phone
Bout the love that can't that he forgot
Since he left his family all alone
I don't know why I feel all in gray
And I know my heart ain't built to be
But I came back and forth
To chase my tracks and roll them
I ain't supposed to know here
Some go, her face so shy
Her friends so cold
Some go a place so high
And friends so cold
I love you, I love you, I love you


This the room, this the room
(Fancy car that keeps me goin')
Glad to have you back my nig
We meant to do this
(Eyes that shine)

Alright scramble for the ammo
Can we build, can we chill? Can I live with my kids?
Deuce, poof, proof
Lord I can't feel the joy
I can't fill the void
Let her fill the void
Too, too young to ignore
But really if we don't make it out the city
If we don't make it to the finish line, if I don't make it to your tities
I got the music for the vibers
I got the music for the vibers
And we to talk about it
It's like you debatin' with a bible
I'm really preachin' to the choir
I brought the music for the vibers though
And in the chalice that keeps me low as your morals
Ay smokin' on the cabbage
I see you fuckin' with the gravity
I been waitin' for a challenge
Besides waitin' for the balance
And the apricot
And to rap with Dot
And I laugh a lot
I got some old hoes, haa
And some new friends and some rosegold
And some, and some rose gold

(You are the fancy car that keeps me goin')
I know you talkin' to me nigga
(I know ya)
I know ya nigga
(You are the fancy car that keeps me goin')
Give a fuck
(I know ya)
Niggas be floatin' around
(I got my eyes on ya)
(I got my eyes and they shine like 1999)
(I got my eyes on ya)
(I got my eyes and they shine like 1999)
(Like 1999)
Only so fuckin' long you can ignore me my nigga though
Fuckin' you Rashad, fuckin' hear me dog, motherfucker

Writers: Isaiah McClain , Tyran Donaldson , Jason Pounds

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