paroles de chanson Rosetta Stone - Quinston Pugh feat. KingQuise

Yeah
Pugh
Yeah(Rock wit me)
Rosetta Stone
Rosetta Stone(Yessir!)
Woo! (Woo, woo, woo!)

Accepting my fate and position, through backwards decisions
Got pressure built up from the tension
They turned up the fire, I'm sizzling
My eyes wet and glistening
But still too they ain't listening
Detached from emotions, I'm bloated
My plate feeling loaded
This beast yeah they hunted and poached it
A deer in the headlights, I'm running
But traffic incoming
I can't see

I been feeling blind for a long time
Tunnel in a dark mind
Pummel all the things I can't control
Struggle to that new life
Freddy in the young night
Scary cuz I feel I might decompose
Watch as I stand by
Look into my own life
Simulation down, I'm on overload
What's on the other side?
I wanna know sometimes
Not finna jump like Mexico

My amigos probably thinking I would take off
Terrorists taking over like in nonstop
Liam Neeson, imma save me from my dark thoughts
But my days counting down, this the ball drop
In the world on our own, we can not stop
And we try to hold it down, word to Shad Moss
Now we painting a new story
Prep the brain and inventory
Sing my pain into the canvas, call me Bob Ross

Rosetta Stone, need a translator
Cause I'm turning all my pain into bands later
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah
Rosetta Stone, got a new exhibit
Cause the scars on my heart look like hieroglyphics
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah

Rosetta Stone, need a translator
Cause I'm turning all my pain into bands later
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah
Rosetta Stone, got a new exhibit
Cause the scars on my heart look like hieroglyphics
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah

Rosetta Stone
We don't get along
I ain't dealing with the hate
I'm in a better zone
If you ain't hear me you should probably get a better phone
And stop hating on me and make a better song
I went through and now I'm counting the bag
They tried to run me out now I'm popping the tag
Yeah the boy got drive and it's parked in the back
And the track going viral, I'm happy for that
Young boy better address me properly
Yeah I made myself, don't copy me
Did I make y'all mad?
Yeah probably
We'll that's just too bad, you ain't stopping me
Whole team going up like 'Bron with me
You ain't got mils' you ain't signing me
If you ain't my kin, you an opp to me
Tryna turn my crib to a property

My amigos probably thinking I would take off
Terrorists taking over like in nonstop
Liam Neeson, imma save me from my dark thoughts
But my days counting down, this the ball drop
In the world on our own, we can not stop
And we try to hold it down, word to Shad Moss
Now we painting a new story, prep the brain and inventory
Sing my pain into the canvas, call me Bob Ross

Rosetta Stone, need a translator
Cause I'm turning all my pain into bands later
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah
Rosetta Stone, got a new exhibit
Cause the scars on my heart look like hieroglyphics
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah

Rosetta Stone, need a translator
Cause I'm turning all my pain into bands later
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah
Rosetta Stone, got a new exhibit
Cause the scars on my heart look like hieroglyphics
Rosetta Stone, yeah, Rosetta Stone, yeah