Rope (feat. SiR) // rosegold

Part 1: "Rope"

Let's testify, that this world has

Uhm-hm, yeah

When I'm sober I might testify

That this world has fallen out of place

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 might know myself

But thank God I found this rope (I love you)

Yeah (I love you, I love you)

Barely know myself

But thank God I found this rope (I love you)

(I love you, I love you)

Then my daddy call me yesterday

(My daddy called me that day)

And he cried and cried into my phone

(Oh how he cried and cried)

Bout that love, that kind that he forgot

Since he left his family all alone

I don't know why I feel all in grey

And I know my heart ain't built to bleed

But I came back and forth

To chase my tracks and roll with

I ain't supposed to know here

Some goal, a face so shy

A friend so cold, ohh

Some goal, a place so high

And friends so cold

I love you, I love you, I love you

Part 2: "Rosegold"

Ay, this a padded room; this a padded room

The fancy car that keeps me goin'

Glad to have you back my nig

(I know it)

Knew you was gonna make it back to this roof

(Eyes, and they shine...like 1999, like 1999)

Alright scramble, for the ammo

Can we build, can we chill?

Can I live with my kids?

Deuce, poof, proof

Lord I, I can feel the joy

I, I can fill the void

Let, let 'em 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 titties

I got the music for the vibers, I got the music for the vibers

And we don't usually 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 morale is

Ay you just smokin' on the cabbage

I see you f**kin' 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, ha, and some new friends

And some rose gold, and some, and some rose gold

(You are the fancy car that keeps me goin')

I know you hear me talkin' to you nigga

(I know ya)

I know you can hear me 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 f**kin' long you can ignore me my nigga, don't

F**kin' you Rashad, f**kin' hear me dog, don't f**kin', dog