Текст песни Trees - Nova

Rollin′ up, rollin' up
Rollin′ up trees
Rollin' up, rollin' up
Rollin′ up leaves
Roll it up, roll it up
Roll it for me
Roll it up, roll it up
Roll it up please

I roll all the time
I smoke that dime
I get up I climb
I dole out rhymes
I polish and shine
I chill and lime
Mi nuh fall behind
So pass me the ziggy
If I′m hard at work on a task and I'm busy
I′ve got cheese from 'Dam, peng from Philly
The weed got me mad, had a spliff in the back
Now I′m acting silly
No eye contact cause I'm scoring
A place on the map for my city
The sticky got me dizzy
As I kick back to Nicki
Like Itty Bitty Piggy

Rolling up trees
Most of these kids don′t remember CDs
They're scrolling for free
Most of these rappers are chatting and killing
And trapping a screen
Playing a role only virtually
So just smoke with me
Just toke with me over the beat
Oh, life can be sweet
Used to be at the bottom of the peak
Oh, moments they fleet

I'm the waviest girl
I relaxed my hair now I ain′t got a curl
Gotta get my packs for the braids as well
Better watch my back for the kiss and tell
I got tax returns and hash burns
Watch me do my thing when the night turns
Got bare strains of weed and bags of words
Got green so sour that the milk curds
I show ′em what to do and the rest learn
Can't promise that I′ll leave it on the best terms
Don't push it, don′t lose it, don't test her
Or do what you want it won′t sweat her

I smoke every day
Don't make me pass this stick to your bae
Now what did I say?
Addicted, afflicted
Cause something is missing
I'm stoning all day
Ride in a whip like a video game
It weren′t my fault, no I′m passing the blame
Come in like a lightning bolt and I get them tolt
I'm putting the slackers to shame

I got leaves on my t-shirt
Producers, beats and bars and teamwork
Medusa keeps the heart if a g flirts
Lose her, leave her, part and she′ll be curt
I stay silent sometimes
The things in my mind, they seem hard to define, I find
Introvert work on my rhymes and rise
Ain't got the time, I′m too high, I'm shy
But the weed guy′s late and it's quarter past nine
And he seems so bait and he always lies
And his stuff's not great, need to change up lines
But it′s tougher than say, I can′t play with a bae
But he gives me butterflies
Why why why why
Said he gives me butterflies
Why why why why

I took two hits then the dark crept in
I smoked too much, goddamn I slept in
Been about ten years so I put it in the bin
I took a right turn and I quit smokin'
I been on it too long
Keep my eyes on the prize and my mind on the job
I won′t slip too hard and I won't fall off
So I dashed out the baggies and I dashed out the bong
Dreams come back to haunt me
I won′t bun the ting but I'll down all the 40
Working out my life cause I always dress sporty
I won′t let the things in the past dem taunt me
I won't pop a pill but my drink won't spill
Always had a vice but a vice can kill
Used to smash the xans and I used to shot ′n′ deal
Running up and down the stairs, cash brimming out the till

Had the option to cut out the crime, I was lucky
I'm watching these young guys, they fill me with worry
Ain′t got no respect for the life of a body
Get locked in the pen for a life, are you sorry?
The stock cost more than a life that's folly
The opps put holes in your wife. gosh golly
Innocents die dragged away on a trolley
Limp limbs, blue lips, dead like a dolly
And they do it all again in a minute like prolly
Lord please give the youts another story
Life shouldn′t be so rough for a shorty