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letra de roll on - dirtyfwhite

(interviewer)
is it hard, when, uh, you spend your whole life doing the first few alb-ms, then suddenly everybody needs your attention, you have to do interviews you have to travel around, and suddenly…

(dirtywhite)
and suddenly…people that ain’t never f-ck with you, now they got something to say. people that ain’t speak to you in ten years
all the sudden in your inbox. aw h-ll no

(hook)
i been in this place for too long
don’t you put no flowers on my grave when i’m gone
i guess i was always the type to hold on
but now i just shake my dreads and roll on
‘cuz i been in this place for too long
don’t you put no flowers on my grave when i’m gone
i guess i was always the type to hold on
but now i just shake my dreads and roll on

(verse 1)
yo
don’t tell me you was a rider when all you did was divide us
the climate is spikin’ higher than stoners and mountain climbers
i’m sayin’ the heat is on, and i’ll never crack under pressure
you say you comin’ along but i normally judge by effort
and all i’m seein’ recently is people filled with disbelief
i came from the gutter, the mud puddles where the skeeters drink
and i brought the real ones with me, the debate is a wrap
before i feed my enemies, i’ll throw my whole plate in the trash
you must not understand the concept of conformity
if you think flowers on caskets do anything for the poor deceased
souls in the nether waitin’ on the end of purgatory
don’t pour ya 40’s on porches the day i become an urban story
a legend, swellin’ to elegant levels
guessin’ at how many precious messages
were relayed through his presence
oh, now he the coldest
now he heroic
oh, now he just had this talent and i didn’t know it
f-ck’em!

(hook)
i been in this place for too long
(yeah)
don’t you put no flowers on my grave when i’m gone
(don’t do it)
i guess i was always the type to hold on
(i was)
but now i just shake my dreads and roll on
(come on, come on)
‘cuz i been in this place for too long
(yuh)
don’t you put no flowers on my grave when i’m gone
i guess i was always the type to hold on
(i was)
but now i just shake my dreads and roll on

(verse 2)
yo
don’t tell me you was a homie if all you did was just slow me
and play like procrastination was patience, you f-ckin’ dopey
irrelevant little peasant, you tryna stop my momentum?
i’m tesla to all these edisons tryna steal my invention, like
can’t you understand that
i am not no average
if you force my hand
then you turn me to a savage
i don’t have the time
to think about your reactions
i just keep it smokin’
‘cuz i’m focused on my p-ssion
i feel the pain as my closest ones vanish to nothing
the tension rises, i honestly wanna drop a duppy
but no amount of my flows could ever stop they monthlys’
so let em bleed while i keep chasin’ this money, look

- dirtyfwhite

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