Roof Lyrics

[Verse]

My roof is my favorite

My only kind of entertainment

My own private vacation

Hyper when the light graced him

From the song when he waited with the right patience

I'm writing and I'm pacing

Looking at the city scape, is it a simulation?

In the middle of the city in isolation

[?] solely for the taking

See the only course for taking make it better 'fore I'm gone and wasted

Didn't play GTA, up the block and in the park where I was playing

At the monument where I was skating

Spitting the hardest shit at evеry party's how I made my way in

Don't be all high and mighty, watch what you saying

I been high and wildin', since a baby I was [?]

Living in thе Big Apple, isn't it amazing?

But it doesn't matter, nothing in this city's sacred

I'm not gonna hate it, I'll tolerate it

But just know I'm the one that gotta save it

Do I wanna travel or remain with the same view from this roof that stays the same but always changes

I see a million faces beneath me racing

I'm just chasing the bag with my pen to the pad

Gotta Benjamins [?] hope it'll last

Do I really want shows to come back? I don't know

That's the only time I feel real, the times when I rap

Otherwise [?] get me this cash

I do not know, I'm stuck in a bind

No matter what I do, feel like I'm getting fucked from behind

I'm out of luck, out of time

I struck gold [?]

Flowing with wine at the function [?]

But then everything fluctuates, you shrug and you sigh

Thinking all the dumb shit that you tried when you was fried

I even turned my roof to church, pray for 'em

I even jerked off up there, should've gave warning

I stayed watching porn since the day I was born

Even done more worse, I paid for it

I need to scorned by the lord

Four Hail Mary's, hopefully I'll get saved for it

When I feel my head, shit, I feel horns

I hope that they wasn't made for him

I hope it's just a bump on the head

From the times I bumped a mic on my head when I was touring

Back on my roof and ain't shit boring

My fit kick Jordans with a Mets lid on 'em

Been wet since [?] had shit sorted

Last chick dipped on 'em but now my chick foreign

Smoking illegal legally

Taking in the scenery, you seeing me?

Gotta walk six floors in order to [?]

For the summer turn my roof into my private quarters, siphon quarters

While the landlord records us but ignores us

Lets me be, lets me breathe, it's better for him

When the breeze hits and the weather's gorgeous

You know where I be, atop my fortress

You ain't gotta see it, you can hear the portrait

Can't stop peering over watching the ants walk

From my rooftop, feeling enormous

And then the wind hits filling me with endorphins

And now I know what's really important