3,2, and 1
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just trying to live my life, I'm just trying to live my life
Why you trying to hold me back
Why you trying to hold me down
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
Uh, why would I ever think you was my right hand
Led me to believe I needed you to use my left
You grabbed my heart that shit was theft but I still thought you was the right plan
Stabbed me in the heart but I still treat you like my best
Maybe I move to fast, you goin' miles per hour I'm goin' miles per second and that shit makin' you sour
I ain't gon' lie to you baby no I ain't writin' persuasive
Time tickin' the rhymes flickin'
It's Young Dolla peace.
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
$ancho - Red Roses (Interlude) Lyrics
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3,2, and 1
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just trying to live my life, I'm just trying to live my life
Why you trying to hold me back
Why you trying to hold me down
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
Uh, why would I ever think you was my right hand
Led me to believe I needed you to use my left
You grabbed my heart that shit was theft but I still thought you was the right plan
Stabbed me in the heart but I still treat you like my best
Maybe I move to fast, you goin' miles per hour I'm goin' miles per second and that shit makin' you sour
I ain't gon' lie to you baby no I ain't writin' persuasive
Time tickin' the rhymes flickin'
It's Young Dolla peace.
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
I'm just trying to live my life, I'm just trying to live my life
Why you trying to hold me back
Why you trying to hold me down
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit ain't working out
I ain't gon' lie to you lil' baby this shit goin' down south
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
Uh, why would I ever think you was my right hand
Led me to believe I needed you to use my left
You grabbed my heart that shit was theft but I still thought you was the right plan
Stabbed me in the heart but I still treat you like my best
Maybe I move to fast, you goin' miles per hour I'm goin' miles per second and that shit makin' you sour
I ain't gon' lie to you baby no I ain't writin' persuasive
Time tickin' the rhymes flickin'
It's Young Dolla peace.
I'm just goin', goin', goin', goin' think I'm out of my mind
But I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' trying to round out my time
Writer: Cristian Sanchez
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