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Go out on my roof Take in the sunshine my lungs lined With smoke and the rum rides Passed it to my tummy thought it got me free But it got me confined I can’t see Son’s mind like a bum knee Mine’s number one he Left you tongue tied One time Go out on my roof Go out on my roof I just go out on my roof Go out on my roof Take in the sunshine my lungs lined With smoke and the rum rides Passed it to my tummy thought it got me free But it got me confined I can’t see Son’s mind like a bum knee Mine’s number one he Left you tongue tied One time Letras de cancionesI sit around sip brew say that I’m busy Pissing off the kids that live with me I live in a town well i’d say it’s a city That’s got everything to give to me I do get down pray say that I’m silly I don’t want the bullshit to get to me YOUR OLD DROOG Told me this was improbable Given two options, either job or school Said hold up, kept making these cold cuts Ain't wanna be like that fool abdul Rather live like the mobsters with the gabagool Bout to start a horn section on the low Got sopranos, I ain't talking bout the show And baritone sax, sipping cognacs I see 4 mill in the future off a these tracks, we got the ammo Thought I was dying like "let my cameron go" Came out with a fire flow and a slamming show Letting this hammer blow, still write rhymes like They gon get heard by sean P and yambo Bro, I could be on the other side of the globe Close my eyes for a second and i'm in the store On the final leg, in ireland bout to finish tour Breaking world records like the guinness pour This was meant for, old droog, the resident mentor Went from hanging in stores to doing instores Performing outsider music in indoor stadiums Is this the end or will i endure? Young Simba practicing his roar Young contender catching an applause But I’m dolo on my roof It’s just the train passing that’s all What? I liked to get gassed when I’m bored Imagine being wrapped in valor Feel like this shit has happened before I’m seeing things I’m high putting meanings to things that don’t mean a thing I see four empty 40’s on my floor i need more Fiend for roaches when the weed’s all Hocus Pocus I see y’all smoked noticed So its Off to the store I see Gill there He work there Junior just chill there His whole life he still there Nelson's saucy In the corner brew in his coffee Mutters to himself about some quandary He got himself in But no one really understands him Wondering when That’ll be me with that wandering grin Deli just wandering in Go out on my Go out on my Go out on my roof Take in the sunshine my lungs lined With smoke and the rum rides Past it to my tummy thought it got me free But it got me confined I can’t see Son’s mind like a bum knee Mine’s number one he Left you tongue tied One time From Letras Mania