[Intro] (Pipe that shit up Tnt) Where the fuck is Rod Wave? Hey
[Verse] It's November, where the fuck is Rod Wave? Young nigga way outta state Fucked up, gettin' over pain Look how far a nigga came You remember I ain't had a thing Fucked up, walkin' through the rain At the top of the game, should've seen the niggas I was tryna bring It's crazy the way these niggas change Tell the city girl chill, you know baby mama know the deal She know I could beat that pussy Okay, let's switch the subject Notice that both of my wrists is flooded I been grindin' so hard, gеttin' to this money I been working like I know the drought is coming Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday, you know I'm street running Okay, my daddy was a gangstеr, what the fuck that made me? Niggas claiming that it's love dawg but it can't be Know I fell in love with guns by the age of thirteen And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach Fuck dying in my Cuban link, I'm living in my Richard Millie I just finished my tour, what a wonderful feeling I got inside my bag and got out my feelings I'm out my feelings
[Chorus] Hey there everybody, what's it like in your city? I'm a thousand miles away but look, tonight you look so pretty Yes you do, oh Times Square couldn't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true Look, look Hey there everybody, don't you worry about the distance I'm right here if you get lonely Give this song another listen, close your eyes Uh, listen to my voice, it's my disguise By your, your side By your side By your side, yeah, yeah Watching you closeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
