ROLL W/ ME

I'm all that you want, but you never would notice
All that you'd want, baby
I'm all that you want, but you never could, never could
Roll with me, baby
I'm all that you want, but you never would notice
All that you'd want, baby
I'm all that you want, but you never could, never could
Roll with me, baby
Hey

I'm depressed, unintelligent
Unintentionally robbed of my innocence
Summer air I'm 'bout to vent
Rise from dirt to hope for friends
Pressure never really ends, pressure is my death sentence
I don't fuck with y'all liars
(I think I might just retire)
Scoop the grand to ascend higher
(Man, I think I might just retire
What?
I think I might just, I think I might
I think I might
I think I might just retire)

Funny you think you're beautiful
I wanna be so mean to you
Can't you feel my cold eyes?
Iced out breath in my sighs
Dismiss me like a heavyweight
Standin' tall, fuckin' masturbate
Look at me when I talk to you
I'm a new man, I'm feeling brand new

I'm all that you want, but you never would notice (New, new)
All that you'd want, baby
I'm all that you want, but you never could, never could
Roll with me
I'm all that you want, but you never would notice
All that you'd want, baby
I'm all that you want, but you never could, never could
Roll with me (roll with me)
Roll with me

(Roll with me, roll with me
Roll with me, roll with me
Roll with me, roll with me)

Jumpin' out the lamb's quarters
Fired man called me a hoarder
I take breaths, breathe in disorder
I take drugs to counteract, my disorder
I take counteractions and turn them into performance
Drugs haven't led to an easy out
Can anyone save me from this drought?

Man, I heard that you said were burnt out from the internet
Tell me what happened and then just how it made your feelings felt
You're confetti and felt, even your mother could tell
I'll punt the piss out your wealth, even your mama could tell
Man, I heard that you were so burnt out because you played yourself
Oh but you played yourself!
You're so fictitious, breathe less

God damn, what's your name?
Why don't you take the blame?
Lean in and whisper to me, put it in a guilted plea
Fuck yea, you know I did it!
Mother fucker gonna get hit with it
Bad man, outta luck
Frustrated man, what the fuck
Don't tell me what to do
And don't forget you're feeling brand new



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Froenicke
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