Artofficial Rooftop
[Chorus]
Weather on your city block cover across the globe
On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
When the drums stay thumpin'
Weather on your city block cover across the globe
On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
When the drums stay thumpin'
[Verse 1]
Aw damn, let me think the starts got to finish
Anything that grows will eventually diminish
My energy depletes, but it's instantly replenished
Smooth like my skin tone, not a single blemish
A menacе, 'cause I got a fetish for the frеshness
I'm trynna live, I walk around with a death wish
I'm just trynna step through that next exit, contain the mess and not get reckless
Fall back, let's not be victims
It's got me thinkin' that the block needs fixing
I gotta turn my dreams into reality
All without panicking, the clock keeps ticking
The plot thickens but the top seems distant
Gotta find a different route to walk these trenches
Pardon if I end up a martyr
All the hardest, we gonna make it regardless
[Refrain]
It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back
It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back
[Chorus]
Weather on your city block cover across the globe
On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
When the drums stay thumpin'
Weather on your city block cover across the globe
On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
When the drums stay thumpin'
[Verse 2]
Uh, lookin' back what I been
Never know what's trynna [?], so I stay up on my ten-
Toes, and who suppose those high school flows would grow wings and have me touchin' down in SFO
From the MIA up to JFK
The twelve seater with my feet up on the 81A
West side on the I5, Snoop on the iPod
187 every stage that I drive by
Drinkin' to forget, forgot all the hard times
Linin' up the shots, skip to salt in the bar limes
Out the door, bass on top of chords
Vocals top of that, one more can do ass
Buildin' on the snap of the drum, got them all going dumb
Rest at the sound of the claps, or a [?], or a [?]
But nothin' like the place I'm from, that's love
[Refrain]
It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back
It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back