Rollercoaster Baby by Rob Roy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
Mama pray, Pappy ache
Brother finna go and graduate
Ex-girlfriend in a different state
I still make minimum wage
Even though I'm known to exaggerate
Couldn't get a loan at a low fixed rate
So I got a few things on my plate
In its place, give or take
Is it safe if it breaks?
Yes it ain't, if that ain't
Some kind of shit, don't know what's stank
Once is a bitch, two times is skank
Y'all, I finna dip like contemplate
Y'all ain't gonna get me with that cake
All I really want is all at stake
All I really got is all I make
Wait . . . I've made mistakes and all of that steak
For a lot of instantaneous weight
But it's safe to say I make my own fate
That's what I said, get out my head
I'm out my bed
Now let's put pedal to the leg
And if it falls off the ledge
Then at least it's all for the best
Yes, madame, done packing
In fact, I'm on Saturn and
Never would've got this far not rapping
Guess I would've got my car all crashed in
Let me tell you all thus far - this, that
And the other thing seem as though old-fashioned
So I dive in deep with feet backwards
Till I'm right in reach of me asking:
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Rollercoaster Baby, are you
Falling off the wheels tomorrow?
Cause of all things Mama taught you
Don't it always?
(Up and down)
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
So let me go get straight to it:
Way I view it, from the Buick
To the sewage - it's congruent
Whether good or bad influence
Better to have had intuitively
Vacuumed gas tank fluid
Than to held back and attached brakes to it
Finna throw back in exact 2 minutes
Dead ass serious, call me curious
George! Of course, the more I've written, it
Makes more sense to make more cents
And make sure dents lay on that fence
Hence, it's as intense as all of that gets
So let's invent some ways to pay rent
And send our kids to live how we meant
Invest in stocks, and less in "shock-and-awe"
It's all we got:
The mall, the cars, the parking lot
Often, I'm off in the bars a lot
Cause often, I'm off in the stars a lot
It's all for a cause that I've all but forgot
I'm not really positive I'm gonna stop
But God, if you hear me, I'm clearing a spot
Merely a thought, clearly I'm not
Yet. Though I guess I'm expecting a lot
And I digress, so let's be honest . . . kind of
Most want it, don't got it
So much for no college gold scholarship
If in the event there's an inch not honored
In any instance, isn't it ironic?
Considering since, in a sense, I'm hollering:
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Rollercoaster Baby, are you
Falling off the wheels tomorrow?
Cause of all things Mama taught you
Don't it always?
(Up and down)
Mama pray, Pappy ache
Brother finna go and graduate
Ex-girlfriend in a different state
I still make minimum wage
Even though I'm known to exaggerate
Couldn't get a loan at a low fixed rate
So I got a few things on my plate
In its place, give or take
Is it safe if it breaks?
Yes it ain't, if that ain't
Some kind of shit, don't know what's stank
Once is a bitch, two times is skank
Y'all, I finna dip like contemplate
Y'all ain't gonna get me with that cake
All I really want is all at stake
All I really got is all I make
Wait . . . I've made mistakes and all of that steak
For a lot of instantaneous weight
But it's safe to say I make my own fate
That's what I said, get out my head
I'm out my bed
Now let's put pedal to the leg
And if it falls off the ledge
Then at least it's all for the best
Yes, madame, done packing
In fact, I'm on Saturn and
Never would've got this far not rapping
Guess I would've got my car all crashed in
Let me tell you all thus far - this, that
And the other thing seem as though old-fashioned
So I dive in deep with feet backwards
Till I'm right in reach of me asking:
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Rollercoaster Baby, are you
Falling off the wheels tomorrow?
Cause of all things Mama taught you
Don't it always?
(Up and down)
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
So let me go get straight to it:
Way I view it, from the Buick
To the sewage - it's congruent
Whether good or bad influence
Better to have had intuitively
Vacuumed gas tank fluid
Than to held back and attached brakes to it
Finna throw back in exact 2 minutes
Dead ass serious, call me curious
George! Of course, the more I've written, it
Makes more sense to make more cents
And make sure dents lay on that fence
Hence, it's as intense as all of that gets
So let's invent some ways to pay rent
And send our kids to live how we meant
Invest in stocks, and less in "shock-and-awe"
It's all we got:
The mall, the cars, the parking lot
Often, I'm off in the bars a lot
Cause often, I'm off in the stars a lot
It's all for a cause that I've all but forgot
I'm not really positive I'm gonna stop
But God, if you hear me, I'm clearing a spot
Merely a thought, clearly I'm not
Yet. Though I guess I'm expecting a lot
And I digress, so let's be honest . . . kind of
Most want it, don't got it
So much for no college gold scholarship
If in the event there's an inch not honored
In any instance, isn't it ironic?
Considering since, in a sense, I'm hollering:
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Rollercoaster Baby, are you
Falling off the wheels tomorrow?
Cause of all things Mama taught you
Don't it always?
(Up and down)