"Rollin" as written by and Adam Richard Wiles Khalid Robinson....
I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

L-O-V-E on my right leg, that's Gucci (know what I'm sayin'?)
L-O-V-E on my main ho, that's pucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden, damn
We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn
They deserve wammys, they imposters
I be rollin' with my project homies, it's a vibe
I just did some pills with the homie, it's a vibe
Bend her over, switch sides, it's a vibe

I come through with strippers and some shottas
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
I pull up in several different options
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say)
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up)
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up)

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe

Pluto
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', Chanel draped on me, baby
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', she look like she's sponsored by Mercedes
Dig what I'm sayin', this cree cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
I pop bubbly in your memory (in your memory)
You should be glad I'm showin' you sympathy (show you sympathy)
I gave you, took you up out the gutter (out the gutter)
Ever let you go, you gon' suffer (you gon' suffer from it)

I come through with strippers and some shottas
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
I pull up in several different options
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say)
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up)
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up, rolled up, rolled up)

Yeah, L-O-V on my right leg
Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I'm sayin'?
I feel like I should be giving up
You can't leave this, it's too much
But I'm tired of, oh, you leading me on, oh no
I don't like where this shit is going
Yeah I've been is stuck in all your apologies
Gave you my all but you went off on me
Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same
I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my name


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Rollin" as written by Khalid Robinson Calvin Harris

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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