Текст песни Roll Some/Lucidity - Whest Cornell

All of the time it's going to be on me
All of the time it's going to be on me
All of the time
It's going to be on
It's going to be on me

I put it on everything I've ever loved
This the city where you make yourself out of nothing
Same block you winning
Same block you hunted
One day you're running
The next day on crutches, if you lucky
And I know a couple lotto winners
Who never see tomorrow
Stories I borrow
To remind me of the blessings
When I'm stressing
Second guessing
Industry can be depressing
All the flexes
I rather be in Lexus
With a raw cone smoking
On the PCH joking
With my mother fucking Brodie's
I've seen it since a shorty
On the best coast coasting
With the windows wide open
Banging money ain't a thing!
Money ain't a thing
But a God damn dollar sign
Regardless how the coin flip
I'm going to fucken handle mine
Make the city feel alive
Have the women feeling fine
Have the homies drinking wine
And tell my brother roll some

Roll some, roll some, roll some, roll some
Roll some, roll some, roll some, roll some

Yea I feel classic
Flowing over grammy nominated
Vocals on a better cadence
Mental on to higher spaces
I've been zen like I'm Cedes
If I keep on making statements
I'm going to end up on the greatest
List of mother fuckers who
Changed lives for the better
Smoked herb for the get up
Had nerves to shit on Meta
Lifestyle living better
I'm going to go film a classic
See you at the opening
When we drop in June
I ain't trying this is what I do

I need a thirty for thirty
The way my skin shining
The way my stock climbing
The way the heat tucked in the denim jacket lining
Approaching a level of success the way my goals keep rising
I'm heavily invested, self-taught
Everything you ever doubted, I made hot
All them dull colors, I made pop
And those Rick Dr. Martens, I made rock
I've been on blocks
All around the world
Where women superstitious
But they love my pearls
See the smile with the carrots and it opens doors
We at the Moca with the Brodies and we taking tours
Chanel duffle bag, that's from ninety-nine
The same year my cousin got pinched, did a dime
Now we making music, making money, shooting films
Dressing up or dressing Bummy
Either way it's giving something
You ain't taking nothing from me
This is God given
The Ari shooting gold like its Jeremy Piven
Lifestyle real I'm going to need a couple seasons
Getting so much love out here for different reasons
Can't box me in I'll find my way through
The cross on my chest is that Jesus
That bless you
It ain't you if you thinking him
I'm him Bean, Himothy, him Duncan
All in one
See I, danced with the devil for a couple songs
Had God watching over me
Helped me right my wrongs
So I one-eighty myself
Fuck a three-six
But I'm still out here getting cheese on a late tip
From The beach to Berlin I'm him!
From the cradle to the grave I'm him!
From the bottom to the top I'm him!
When it's all said and done, I'm him!
Whestworld