Roll Up by Jewlz Lyrics
[Prod. By Roman RSK]
[Intro]
Too much shit on my mind, I need to roll up a lil' somethin'
Just to take care of the nerves
Get my mind back on track, ya feel me? Zero
[Verse 1]
I think my blunt was sprinkled with a little extra
Your bitch gave me her number told her later on I'll text ya
Ain't it amazing how my rhymes come with a little texture
She get down on her knees & pray to me it's only right I bless her
Trippin' on the thought of trippin' in my mind
There's a whole lot of shit in there that I have to find
But forreal though, does this shit have to rhyme
Like can I express myself in another fashion
Or, maybe I could just tell it how I hear it
In my head but, you don't understand the way my mind works
The last 3 bars don't rhyme but you can feel the flow
I ain't have to say none of this shit in anyway I think is typical
But if you were to truly hear me, & what I'm trying to tell you
Is that I been through Hell, crazy part? I can raise Hell too
So if you're alone I can't help you
Just continue to follow God & hope he bless you
[Hook: x2]
Roll up a little somethin' just to take care of the nerves
Hope my mama don't find my stash I need it for this verse
Smoke to lift up any pain but when it drops then it is worse
Mama I'm sorry but it hurts
[Verse 2]
I thought maybe my soul was just a metaphor of livin'
Like how I know that inside of me is an ectoplasm?
When I get erect I have 'em, in a corner like I'ma grab 'em
Show 'em that what I can do on the mic is wreck & havoc
If the devil said he wants my soul then he can have it
It's sad to think this way but God I feel like he abandoned
A son he created, cause Heaven's gates are closed
Wish that you could see through my eyes but since you don't
You'll judge me, & tell me that my life isn't what you predicted
Tell me be my own man then treat this shit like it was scripted
Knew that I was gifted when I cursed
& made these fuckin' words rhyme inside of a verse
Inside of a hearse is where my mind be at, people wanna know where my mind be at
Inside of my bed is where you find me at, & I really hope my crush likes me back
& if not then fuck it, I'll call her a ho
Typical shit in my mind you know? Shit I only know when I'm with my bros, gone
[Hook: x2]
[Outro]
& I'm with my niggas chillin', vibin', smokin', plottin'
If you bite that forbidden fruit then I hope that shit is rotten
Fuckin' with these groupies after shows
& when Eve bit into that apple showed me not to trust these hoes
Chillin', vibin', smokin', plottin'
If you bite that forbidden fruit then I hope that shit is rotten
Fuckin' with these groupies after shows
& when Eve bit into that apple showed me not to trust these hoes
Get money.. Skgood
[Intro]
Too much shit on my mind, I need to roll up a lil' somethin'
Just to take care of the nerves
Get my mind back on track, ya feel me? Zero
[Verse 1]
I think my blunt was sprinkled with a little extra
Your bitch gave me her number told her later on I'll text ya
Ain't it amazing how my rhymes come with a little texture
She get down on her knees & pray to me it's only right I bless her
Trippin' on the thought of trippin' in my mind
There's a whole lot of shit in there that I have to find
But forreal though, does this shit have to rhyme
Like can I express myself in another fashion
Or, maybe I could just tell it how I hear it
In my head but, you don't understand the way my mind works
The last 3 bars don't rhyme but you can feel the flow
I ain't have to say none of this shit in anyway I think is typical
But if you were to truly hear me, & what I'm trying to tell you
Is that I been through Hell, crazy part? I can raise Hell too
So if you're alone I can't help you
Just continue to follow God & hope he bless you
[Hook: x2]
Roll up a little somethin' just to take care of the nerves
Hope my mama don't find my stash I need it for this verse
Smoke to lift up any pain but when it drops then it is worse
Mama I'm sorry but it hurts
[Verse 2]
I thought maybe my soul was just a metaphor of livin'
Like how I know that inside of me is an ectoplasm?
When I get erect I have 'em, in a corner like I'ma grab 'em
Show 'em that what I can do on the mic is wreck & havoc
If the devil said he wants my soul then he can have it
It's sad to think this way but God I feel like he abandoned
A son he created, cause Heaven's gates are closed
Wish that you could see through my eyes but since you don't
You'll judge me, & tell me that my life isn't what you predicted
Tell me be my own man then treat this shit like it was scripted
Knew that I was gifted when I cursed
& made these fuckin' words rhyme inside of a verse
Inside of a hearse is where my mind be at, people wanna know where my mind be at
Inside of my bed is where you find me at, & I really hope my crush likes me back
& if not then fuck it, I'll call her a ho
Typical shit in my mind you know? Shit I only know when I'm with my bros, gone
[Hook: x2]
[Outro]
& I'm with my niggas chillin', vibin', smokin', plottin'
If you bite that forbidden fruit then I hope that shit is rotten
Fuckin' with these groupies after shows
& when Eve bit into that apple showed me not to trust these hoes
Chillin', vibin', smokin', plottin'
If you bite that forbidden fruit then I hope that shit is rotten
Fuckin' with these groupies after shows
& when Eve bit into that apple showed me not to trust these hoes
Get money.. Skgood