Текст песни Rat Race - Rogue

Rolling down streets
Man I feel like this town is a part of me
But the chance I need
So far away make it hard to leave
We were passing trees
Green smoke in the air make it hard to breathe
I was living free
Now I'm in the rat race and I'm chasing cheese
Rolling down streets
Man I feel like this town is a part of me
But the chance I need
So far away make it hard to leave
We were passing trees
Green smoke in the air make it hard to breathe
I was living free
Now I'm in the rat race and I'm chasing cheese

In the back of the car with the windows down
Woke up in a different town
Used to get drunk on the round about
Now we ain't out coz the feds too loud
Used to ride round on a bike too small
Tryna get to parties, tryna look cool
Tryna get the barbies but I never pulled
But when I spit a bar Bs wanna act cool
Nah I'm joking
I was never the type to go hoping
I was never the type you'd catch choking
Coz at the of the night, I'm still going
It was back in '18 on prom night
I was sitting with a brudda from long time
Thought back to the troubles there was all kinds
But now we ain't spoke in a long time
Man my whole life feels like right place wrong time
Looking for the stories to replace these lines
Looking for the verse that would make me shine
But a worm to a butterfly gonna take time
And I'm looking for the money to replace this knife
Running from the hearse with my name outside
But a worm to a butterfly gonna take time
Gonna take time, 'til I make mine
And until then I'm

Rolling down streets
Man I feel like the town is a part of me
But the chance I need
So far away make it hard to leave
We were passing trees
Green smoke in the air make it hard to breathe
I was living free
Now I'm in the rat race and I'm chasing cheese

See I learnt my lessons the hard way
But nothing can lessen this heart break
But me and my Gs on Parkway
Tonight we move so smooth like Sade
Step up in the party like Mosey
If you wanna find us look where the hoes be
Seen all sorts living unholy
But it's a sweet life like Mr Moseby
I'm another gunner born out the Rosie
And I hold my post code like a trophy
I don't want no beef you don't know me
I take time move slowly when I'm

Rolling down streets
Man I feel like this town is a part of me
But the chance I need
So far away make it hard to leave
We were passing trees
Green smoke in the air make it hard to breathe
I was living free
Now I'm in the rat race and I'm chasing cheese