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letra de rollin thru paradise - chetta

(hook)
thats why i
pop pills
cop seals
drop ceilings
f-ck feelings
been with it
real wicked
they can get it
they can get it
you dont wanna feel it
need a real one
i can’t take it
baby f-ck with me
heart breaking
dont let go
we gone roll
we gone
we gone
we gone roll

and im rolling over night
you can bet it twice
shoot the choppa like dice
ima hold it high
she gone blow it hurricane
thats my ride or die
p-ssy popper
murder scenes
say she bout it bout it
broken hearts
and broken dreams
need a money machine
been counting all blue strips
spending all of the green
im on the scene
never scene
dosi dos in my leaf
off a xan and a bean
thats a f-ck me up shessh
i can’t find no peace
i can’t find no peace
pop another tab
took another piece
blame it on the streets
got me on my knees
wonder wheres god
when you f-cking need
my b-tch want céline
i need diamond rings
pouring like the ocean
dripping off of me
all they saying focus
i can’t f-cking see
i can’t hear
i won’t speak
evil all on me

thats why i
pop pills
cop seals
drop ceilings
f-ck feelings
been with it
real wicked
she gone f-ck me till she broken
leave her heart open
she gone f-ck me till she broken
leave her heart open
she gone f-ck me till she broken
leave her heart open
i won’t fear
sh-t get real
i can’t feel
on a pill
deep apart never closer
i dont need closure
been focused
never folding
take a shot
im toasting
been wanted
never chosen
prolly why im frozen
vvs in my earlobe
issa ocean
my emotions
keep pouring up
in my f-cking potion
only move with the real
thats why im in motion
been broken
just stay high
im implosive
been hoping
to stay alive
i start closing

(bridge) x2
i pour my heart like the ocean
they tryna tell me keep focused
all i need is myself
myself
myself
oh

rolling all my life
smoke an o a night
cut my problems
with the white
i know i ain’t right
pillow talking
when you see me
b-tch its on sight
green light
green light
dont see no red lights
traffic jam
in my trap d-mn
do the money dance
and my b-tch bad
had to bring the f-cking sand
ride around through gangland
never need no f-cking hand
tell the truth dont want you there
i know you dont f-cking care
all that hating looking good around me
wish you could
and you would around me
but you can’t you ain’t good around me
i just ate four milligrams shessh
off the double
shoot like triple doubles
f-ck me up
off the rubble
out the mud
that sh-t would f-ck you up
and it did
got my mind in the field
my heart stuck in the streets
they dont want you to live
for real

(bridge)

(hook)

- chetta

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