Boy, you got me f*cked up
You got me thinking bout the times in our past I couldn't trust, ya, I couldn't trust, love
Why you gotta do it to me
Ayy, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait
I been sleeping, got no shawties in my bed, I'm feeling great
They all said my shit was ass, but nowadays I get my streams from state to state
My last shawty did me wrong, so now I'm playing, I got cause for me to stay
Huh, G-O-A-T, I been feeling cold
I got money, these bunnies so snow
They scream roses on a roll, bouquet for my hoe
She too bougie for me, bro, and my ex bitch
Ghetto, she a social stalkin hoe
And I'm too cold on these beats, know I flow on with consistency
Get your bitch up off me, I don't want her,
She too pissy, please
Grinding for the haters, give them something to remember me
Rose, stay on a roll, keep my grinding a necessity
Incentively, like Socrates, I gotta get big, I'll happily
Write symphonies so vividly, and these rhymes come with such infamy
No bitch won't get no sympathy, I'm fidgety
With brilliancy and my shit replay, no stopping me, my flow so cold, they shivering
You got me feeling some type of way
So hypnotized, give me love and I'll stay
Heart so cold, don't know where I'm gonna go
I got plenty options built around me
I can't break these bones
I can't break these bones
(I cant take you out my mind)
Yeah, my heart's so f*cking cold, but I can't think about this hoe,
Cause every time I spit these rhymes,
I'm getting rid of what they hold
And Imagine doing shows,
(Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance)
Showing people what I got
I gotta touch their f*cking souls, bitch, you know it's roze
I make the bitches touch they toes, huh
(I feel so damn high)
And I got the bars, you know they f*cking with the flow
(I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hands)
They call me gravy, I'm from Minnesota
But I be that G-O-A-T, I be feeling cold, huh
I can't take you off my mind
Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance
I feel so damn high
I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hand
Roze - I Feel High (feat. Jayde Rose) Lyrics
Roze - I Feel High (feat. Jayde Rose) Lyrics
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Boy, you got me f*cked up
You got me thinking bout the times in our past I couldn't trust, ya, I couldn't trust, love
Why you gotta do it to me
Ayy, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait
I been sleeping, got no shawties in my bed, I'm feeling great
They all said my shit was ass, but nowadays I get my streams from state to state
My last shawty did me wrong, so now I'm playing, I got cause for me to stay
Huh, G-O-A-T, I been feeling cold
I got money, these bunnies so snow
They scream roses on a roll, bouquet for my hoe
She too bougie for me, bro, and my ex bitch
Ghetto, she a social stalkin hoe
And I'm too cold on these beats, know I flow on with consistency
Get your bitch up off me, I don't want her,
She too pissy, please
Grinding for the haters, give them something to remember me
Rose, stay on a roll, keep my grinding a necessity
Incentively, like Socrates, I gotta get big, I'll happily
Write symphonies so vividly, and these rhymes come with such infamy
No bitch won't get no sympathy, I'm fidgety
With brilliancy and my shit replay, no stopping me, my flow so cold, they shivering
You got me feeling some type of way
So hypnotized, give me love and I'll stay
Heart so cold, don't know where I'm gonna go
I got plenty options built around me
I can't break these bones
I can't break these bones
(I cant take you out my mind)
Yeah, my heart's so f*cking cold, but I can't think about this hoe,
Cause every time I spit these rhymes,
I'm getting rid of what they hold
And Imagine doing shows,
(Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance)
Showing people what I got
I gotta touch their f*cking souls, bitch, you know it's roze
I make the bitches touch they toes, huh
(I feel so damn high)
And I got the bars, you know they f*cking with the flow
(I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hands)
They call me gravy, I'm from Minnesota
But I be that G-O-A-T, I be feeling cold, huh
I can't take you off my mind
Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance
I feel so damn high
I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hand
You got me thinking bout the times in our past I couldn't trust, ya, I couldn't trust, love
Why you gotta do it to me
Ayy, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait
I been sleeping, got no shawties in my bed, I'm feeling great
They all said my shit was ass, but nowadays I get my streams from state to state
My last shawty did me wrong, so now I'm playing, I got cause for me to stay
Huh, G-O-A-T, I been feeling cold
I got money, these bunnies so snow
They scream roses on a roll, bouquet for my hoe
She too bougie for me, bro, and my ex bitch
Ghetto, she a social stalkin hoe
And I'm too cold on these beats, know I flow on with consistency
Get your bitch up off me, I don't want her,
She too pissy, please
Grinding for the haters, give them something to remember me
Rose, stay on a roll, keep my grinding a necessity
Incentively, like Socrates, I gotta get big, I'll happily
Write symphonies so vividly, and these rhymes come with such infamy
No bitch won't get no sympathy, I'm fidgety
With brilliancy and my shit replay, no stopping me, my flow so cold, they shivering
You got me feeling some type of way
So hypnotized, give me love and I'll stay
Heart so cold, don't know where I'm gonna go
I got plenty options built around me
I can't break these bones
I can't break these bones
(I cant take you out my mind)
Yeah, my heart's so f*cking cold, but I can't think about this hoe,
Cause every time I spit these rhymes,
I'm getting rid of what they hold
And Imagine doing shows,
(Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance)
Showing people what I got
I gotta touch their f*cking souls, bitch, you know it's roze
I make the bitches touch they toes, huh
(I feel so damn high)
And I got the bars, you know they f*cking with the flow
(I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hands)
They call me gravy, I'm from Minnesota
But I be that G-O-A-T, I be feeling cold, huh
I can't take you off my mind
Baby, won't you hold me till the end of this dance
I feel so damn high
I feel extra tipsy in the palm of your hand
Writer: AJ Rosario
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid