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letra de roof - wiki

[verse]
my roof is my favorite
my only kind of entertainment
my own private vacation
hyper when the light graced him
from the song when he waited with the right patience
i’m writing and i’m pacing
looking at the city scape, is it a simulation?
in the middle of the city in isolation
[?] solely for the taking
see the only course for taking make it better ‘fore i’m gone and wasted
didn’t play gta, up the block and in the park where i was playing
at the monument where i was skating
spitting the hardest sh-t at evеry party’s how i made my way in
don’t be all high and mighty, watch what you saying
i been high and wildin’, since a baby i was [?]
living in thе big apple, isn’t it amazing?
but it doesn’t matter, nothing in this city’s sacred
i’m not gonna hate it, i’ll tolerate it
but just know i’m the one that gotta save it
do i wanna travel or remain with the same view from this roof that stays the same but always changes
i see a million faces beneath me racing
i’m just chasing the bag with my pen to the pad
gotta benjamins [?] hope it’ll last
do i really want shows to come back? i don’t know
that’s the only time i feel real, the times when i rap
otherwise [?] get me this cash
i do not know, i’m stuck in a bind
no matter what i do, feel like i’m getting f-cked from behind
i’m out of luck, out of time
i struck gold [?]
flowing with wine at the function [?]
but then everything fluctuates, you shrug and you sigh
thinking all the dumb sh-t that you tried when you was fried
i even turned my roof to church, pray for ’em
i even jerked off up there, should’ve gave warning
i stayed watching p-rn since the day i was born
even done more worse, i paid for it
i need to scorned by the lord
four hail mary’s, hopefully i’ll get saved for it
when i feel my head, sh-t, i feel h-rns
i hope that they wasn’t made for him
i hope it’s just a bump on the head
from the times i bumped a mic on my head when i was touring
back on my roof and ain’t sh-t boring
my fit kick jordans with a mets lid on ’em
been wet since [?] had sh-t sorted
last chick dipped on ’em but now my chick foreign
smoking illegal legally
taking in the scenery, you seeing me?
gotta walk six floors in order to [?]
for the summer turn my roof into my private quarters, siphon quarters
while the landlord records us but ignores us
lets me be, lets me breathe, it’s better for him
when the breeze hits and the weather’s gorgeous
you know where i be, atop my fortress
you ain’t gotta see it, you can hear the portrait
can’t stop peering over watching the ants walk
from my rooftop, feeling enormous
and then the wind hits filling me with endorphins
and now i know what’s really important

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