paroles de chanson The Rage of Roemello - Skyzoo
Staring
so
long
I
swear
the
page
saying
hello
I'm
hearing
these
songs
but
tryna
change
up
the
metro
It
feel
like
he'ron
the
way
I'm
straining
wit
the
let
go
The
rage
of
it
all,
I
swear
to
God
Wrote
it
to
make
you
call
me
dope
man,
dope
man
Got
y'all
in
tune
but
that
tune
got
me
moved
so
if
I
choose
to
let
this
go
and
Bid
this
shit
adieu,
and
your
listening
improves
At
least
there's
packages
left
if
you
living
in
that
mood
See
we
attract
to
the
stretch,
everything
should
flip
in
twos
And
if
not,
we
should
stop,
like
we
did
all
we
could
do
So
I'm
on
my
gracefully
bow,
and
on
my
way
to
that
bow
I
leave
it
up
to
you
to
perform
my
grace
for
me
now
I
mean,
hands
folded,
maybe
the
plans
folded
Wasn't
supposed
to
love
it,
they
say
that
you
can't
show
it
I
mean,
easier
spoken
of,
see
where
this
goes
for
us
Say
its
real
or
at
least
hope
that
the
motive
was
Never
had
a
second
thought,
never
asked,
never
once
Knee
deep
in
it,
fuck
it,
we
ain't
leaving
it
Until
it
all
goes
and
we
go
to
get
to
reach
for
it
And
shit
is
smoke
and
mirrors
and
we
swinging
tryna
see
through
it
Stick
and
move,
I'm
liable
to
switch
& shoot
Like
I
ain't
here
to
play
with
this
fog,
let's
get
this
through
And
I
ain't
here
to
stay
with
these
odds,
so
when
in
tune
I'm
either
tryna
even
these
odds
or
hit
a
new
As
far
as
I
can
remember,
we'd
idolize
thru
the
winter
And
rather
be
in
the
4 like
when
Stoudemire's
at
center
I
mean,
GS
400's
is
all
we
wanted
However
we
do
it,
long
as
we
done
it,
the
rage
of
Roemello
Listening
to
Gloria's
youngest,
had
us
all
in
the
running
To
wanna
be
what
they
told
us
we
wasn't
Like
all
we
need
is
to
kno
if
we
running,
its
not
in
place
Cuz
ambition
is
by
the
day,
word
to
Wale
I
mean,
same
scenery
we
was
tryna
believe
to
be
Had
us
counting
wins
before
we
had
us
an
in
And
sleeping
is
paper
thin,
no
wonder
why
we
don't
do
it
much
Sheets
barely
used,
tell
em
all
of
this
is
new
to
us,
right?
And
every
dream
that
I
dream
is
littered
With
the
fiends
that
I
done
seen
while
tryna
leave
these
visions
And
so
to
clear
it,
I
wrote
to
wanna
be
like
him
wit
it
I
hope
he
hear
it,
cuz
word
to
Chi
Ali
we
did
it
I
hope
he
hear
it,
word
to
this
blue
Yank'
100
grey
bottoms,
these
shits
never
lose
rank
And
agreeing
that
heavy
is
the
fade
under
it,
but
for
the
love
of
it
They
look
to
you
to
carry
it
and
everything
its
bundled
with
Sunrise
open
your
eyes,
no
surprise
Made
it
off
of
living
for
doe
or
die
Now
you
in
the
back
of
the
coupe,
glaring,
half
of
the
stoop
staring
To
the
point
where
you
can
give
away
packs
like
Snoop
Pearson
Think
about
it,
yea,
THAT
kinda
rich
Sing
songs
for
black
hoodies
and
black
violins,
I
mean
The
swan
song
for
the
evening
Forgive
me
in
advance
for
your
grievings,
the
rage
of
Roemello
1 Dreams in a Basement
2 Jansport Strings (One Time for Chi-Ali)
3 Pockets Full
4 Give It Up
5 Glass Ceilings
6 Range Rover Rhythm
7 The Knowing
8 Drew & Derwin
9 Realization
10 The Rage of Roemello
11 How to Make It Through Hysteria
12 Steel's Apartment
13 Spike Lee Was My Hero
14 The Cost of Sleep
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