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quin jaye - keep it rollin' lyrics

(quin jaye trumpet solo)

uh
life is hard
keep it rollin’ like a 64 huh
death is flirting
she a bad lil’ nympho huh
i’m dishin’ love
neva know when it’s ya time to go
time to grow
cut it off
if it don’t serve no mo
i know it’s hard
keep it rollin’ like a 64
death is flirting
she a bad lil’ nympho
i’m dishin’ love
neva know when it’s ya time to go
time to grow
cut it off
if it don’t serve no mo

i’m so thru with h+++
and coppin’ clothes
pointless beef
he catching bullet holes
smoking weed
thru the nose
trippin’ like my eyes rolled
walking with a blind fold
listening to stories
that he been told
young n+++++
acting old
rockin’ gold
he prolly stole
i know i did
but sh+t n+++++ grow
tired of you judging me
that’s all we know
what do i know
enough to know
i know s+++
admit it
i ain’t scarеd
sick and tired
of being tired
suit and tiе and that’s required
the attire
when you die
for your entire afterlife
that’s what i know
so while alive
why not explore
my eyes wide
observing game
and learning more
i’m the still the same
been thru the rain
i’m kinda blue
but carry on
“wayward son”
you need purpose
well there’s one n++++
uh
life is hard
keep it rollin’ like a 64 huh
death is flirting
she a bad lil’ nympho huh
i’m dishin’ love
neva know when it’s ya time to go
time to grow
cut it off
if it don’t serve no mo
i know it’s hard
keep it rollin’ like a 64
death is flirting
she a bad lil’ nympho
i’m dishin’ love
neva know when it’s ya time to go
time to grow
cut it off
if it don’t serve no mo

it don’t serve no mo
i don’t yearn no mo
it’s my turn to go
break the weed and roll
escaping from the world
i like to be alone
music fill the hole
do+fa+mi+re+sol
please don’t hit my phone
i told y’all before
that don’t fuel my soul
that’s just physical
need the spiritual
psilocybin take control
in the matrix break da mold
done with hiding feelin’ bold
end of august and i’m cold
please don’t cross my mind
unless you pay the toll
i got demons never told
skeltons i carry bones
but melanin on fleek
look how that black boy glow
i can’t tolerate the hate
i pack a bag and hit the road
hit the dro
come to life before the show
that is why i live
so hit the promo
hope a n++++ blow
(quin jaye trumpet solo)

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