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@RetroJace x @LightskinMac11 x @Two9Ceej - "Rolling" [Prod. By @ThatBoyCurtis]

This song is about my recent endeavors in life. This is the single for my FINAL album "Degenerate Generation"



(Intro)

"Yo, Josh, you got a job?"
No.
"A bitch?"
No.
"A car?"
Mm-mm.
"A life?"
Aha, no.
"Then- What do you do nigga?"

(Verse)

Damn.
Yuh, wake up to the summer light.
Ain't shit feel right when I write this song in time.
I look up to the Lord, I ain't never seen a thing.
Lost everything and now I'm locked in a cellar.
Lost everything and now I'm turning all vanilla.
Lose or gain, or did I really change?
Would I have known if I turned my soul ablaze?
Went to a place where all the wicked go.
Seen the face of a man who doesn't need a hoe.
2022, just citing the lines.
Catherine takes a glance at my eyes and knows I'm 'bouta cry.
"What the hell you tweaking 'bout this time? Your life's gonna get worse, not mine? How do you know this? How can you show this?"
Something in my gut is telling me that I know.
Jump to '25 and that's something I can show.
No part of me makes me feel like the bigger man.
Gonna touch a book that no one's ever written in.
Write it in blood and watch it flow like a river can.
Gonna tell you 'bout it, like an underpaid weatherman.
Huh, and I, and I can't.
Huh, and I, and I rant.

Where's the brake in life?
Pedal to the metal.
Do I wanna wait, like a sorry empty vessel, or fuck the whores down the street just to feel something special?
Nothing, yet everything doesn't feel accidental.

Five-year delay with God.
Sorry, I was late with a date. That’s odd.
A girl whom I knew would fade. Spot on.
I felt it in my gut, God telling me he knows, but-
“Favoring your thoughts, huh? Run your mouth, it won’t shut. Put it into paper like you said. Wanna know if feeling’s dead?”
And I know they are, back to the broken yard.

Where everything was worse.
In the car, writing a shitty verse.
Semiautomatic, this is not what I prefer.
Devil doesn’t care, just tell me when to go.
Meeting her man just so I can get to know.

Yuh. Again, it’s only getting worse.
Not ‘til the end did I think it was a curse.
Wrote it in blood, Salem, July 28th.
I’d woken up, didn’t know what had gone that day.
Influenced by hate. I know she doesn’t feel this pain.

(Outro)

You’re exactly like me in ‘22.
Hate the old me, hate the new you.
Love the new me, love the old you.
"Could have been worse."
It was worse.


Remember Where You Come From

Michael Hailey