Rosanna

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a product of lost endeavors, sacrificing whatever While women stay runnin 'round like they orchestrating forever Smiling and taking pictures for social networking pleasure If you ain't worried bout the package then stop hassling the rapper Why the people closest to you build you up to let you fall? And the ones I care about the most I rarely see at all I never ever fall asleep without picking up your call Fuck the games I'm tryna take you out your jersey grab the ball The fuck is free time? Keepin up with my homies Who always kept it a hunnid I'm dodgin and duckin phonies "Oh I heard you on the radio!" doesn't mean that you know me I just want a fuckin sweet tea and two dollar Rosanne hoagie I'm stuntin but on a budget, bitches claiming they love it I could hardly give a fuck though as long as my shorty dug it I ain't seen her in a minute though I been thinking like fuck it I should drive out there tonight and make love like we neva done it I'm exercising my demons, them bitches doin pilates I'm auto-piloting urges I've carried on from the Nineties This money and idle fame that this music shit can provide me Put me on a boat with some Buffett you'll never find me The radio sounding scary, I ain't no stranger to danger I'm feeling just like a king but I wasn't born in a manger You was here waiting on a club banger? Matty fathers those beats, then I pull out the coat hanger