paroles de chanson From Rome With Love - Knucks
Shit
I′m
waved
(No
days
off)
I'm
on
a
different
wave
right
now
though
man
Twenty
two
Yeah
They
all
tryna
find
out
where
my
crib
at
Man
are
so
fugazi,
they
fufu
lame
I
ain′t
with
that
It's
just
vibes,
nigga
relax
Man
have
said
they
married
to
the
game
But
where
the
carriage
and
the
ring
at?
Must've
missed
the
service,
My
new
tunes
flames,
man
you
should
turn
it
I
could
turn
your
set
into
a
furnace
And
I
could
turn
′em
vexed
I
see
them
burning
Judging
like
they
Judy
ask
the
jury
for
the
verdict
I′m
certain
I
bet
they
wish
they
didn't
doubt
innit
They
can
cry
me
a
river,
then
drown
in
it
Jiggy
with
the
flow,
so
I
bounce
with
it
But
when
I
hear
the
shit
you
wrote
its
like
a
child
write
it
Alchemist
Three
or
four
donnies
passing
round
a
piff
I
couldn′t
count
the
shit
Was
never
thinking
that
my
writtens
would
amount
to
this
Had
to
separate
my
sound
from
the
counterfeit,
yo
But
they
all
worried
cause
we
winners
Or
probably
cause
they
missing
all
their
suppers
and
their
dinners
They
must
think
I'm
monkeys
out
here
running
with
gorillas
I′m
just
tryin'
make
sure
I′m
comfy
all
my
summers
and
my
winners
Brushing
off
the
splinters
Working
like
a
slave
to
add
some
commas
to
my
figures
Struggled
to
the
villas
I
don't
think
I've
slept
in
like
two
days
Twenty
two
candles
getting
lit
I
need
a
hip
hip
and
hooray
I
told
them
if
they
hear
this
it′s
too
late
A
Niggas
switching
gears
new
year
and
a
new
wave
Black
hoodie
on
like
I′m
Luke
Cage
Bulletproof
rap
is
where
it's
at
cause
a
Fiasco
like
Lupe
In
my
brown
leather
I
told
her
we
can
fly
back
to
mine
if
it
sounds
better
Screaming
′ciao
bella'
They
switch
around
words
to
sound
clever
I
bring
a
different
sound
gotta
lick
′em
down
like
a
brown
letter
Man
this
shits
been
wild
ever
since
I
blew
out
my
last
cake
A
bunch
of
'been
a
minute′s
from
past
mates
The
ones
I
had
to
beg
for
them
to
listen
to
a
thing
on
my
last
tape
Now
everybody
fam
like
they
was
given
my
last
name
For
real?
They
do
it
for
the
glamour
and
the
fame
While
I
was
taking
notes
just
to
manage
the
change
I'm
the
calm
before
the
storm
they
couldn't
handle
in
the
rain
I
just
thank
the
Lord
I
got
an
extra
candle
in
my
cake,
ayy
Yo,
I
had
my
rest
out
in
Rome
Running
up
the
stairs
like
Sylvester
Stallone
I
told
them
take
their
shaky
energy
home
More
life
born
nice
Say
they
get
me
but
ain′t
getting
me
dough
Yo,
all
my
life
I′ve
been
the
dime
in
the
dirt
Wavy
from
a
baby's
what
they′ll
write
on
my
hearse
Them
man
are
tryin'
to
put
their
hands
in
the
works
They
ain′t
fuckin'
with
my
hustle
Make
them
niggas
wish
they
rang
the
alert,
word
(Them
niggas
wish
they
rang
the
alert,
word)
(Make
them
niggas
wish
they
rang
the
alert,
word)
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