letra de rooster - wafflejax and yasukay
[intro]
(aló, aló, aló?)
yeah-yeah, mm-mm (mira nene, que pasa, flaco, todo bien o qué?)
let’s go (entonces parcero, quo pues, mijo)
alright, alright, alright, alright (hahaha)
yeah (señor wafflé!)
[verse]
yeah, yeah
i got that passionate flow running through my veins
pouring out the pad in my notes, i’m still (out the pad)
in shock and p-ssed that i was touched in the face
but did i really do the right thing for walking away? (did i though?)
the weirdo could’ve snapped my neck
or take me out with a choke hold (d-mn)
attack my eyeb-lls, give my stomach a low blow (cheap ass boy)
just ’cause i’m 21 give you the right to lay yo’ hands on me? (b-tch!)
lucky poppa nina wasn’t hidden in my pants, homie (bah-bah-bah-bah!)
man, i need to chill with this joint
need to start building my muscle, i’m still a thin little boy (hit some push ups, jax!)
i say that honestly speaking, i got no shame in it (no shame)
take all yo’ judgement with the gas and light the flame with it (light the flame)
i been this quiet weird kid ever since the beginning (what you say?)
was everybody’s friend, then i started asking questions (ah)
how come i’m there for everybody when it come the time? (what it do)
but n0body there for you through the lows of your decline, now (no)
you start projecting all your hurt, confusing people (what?)
life ‘posed to be a movie and get better every sequel (facts)
rapping is my outlet, i find it very peaceful (woah)
like gazing at the sunset and smoking sour diesel (what?)
i’m wafflejax the first, whole bloodline illegal
in music, i’m immersed (ah!)
break my generation curse (yeah!)
independent, they disturbed (yeah!)
wafflejax for the people! (let’s go!)
i’m tired of feeling misunderstood
ink the needle, so (yeah)
i get it tatted on my belly, rest in peace to pac (yeah)
my cousins playing his music and dmx a lot (let’s ride it)
but mama cut me from them lyrics, they was way too grown (thug life)
for me to comprehend ’cause i was only five years old (haha)
or maybe six, by seven i caught a temper (yeah!)
fast forward some years, now i’m just tired of feeling pressured (yeah)
being someone i’m not
by 19 smoking pot every day (woah)
self expression through my art help me vent, keep me sane (chaos!)
call me lazy or a bum
call me bi, call me g-y (talk yo’ sh-t, jax)
all ’cause you got your assumptions, inside i’m always straight
i’m not trying to act a fool
breaking hearts and acting lame
i’m just trying to keep my cool
be in the cut and spark the jane
if she wanna rock with me she more then welcome, can’t complain
if i don’t get nothing at all i’m still at peace within my brain
been learning that rejection a confidence booster
yo soy el flaco with the passion, i’m top of the rooster
or roster, d-mn
[outro]
i’ve been puffing like a rasta, uh
going up with the roster
with all my brothers, all my partners
chaos, we move in one, no one can stop us
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