LOOK OF LOVE

[Intro: Chris King]
Ha
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Snotty Nose Dilla)
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Fuck that, turn up the volume too
Huh, rumble the Earth, check out the magnitude
You know that I get a high, check out the altitude
Never get dropped by the label, I am too valuable
They hate how you live but you win, how they mad at you?
Remember momma diluted cough syrup with apple juice
Ironic I sip it willfully like "Who got some Screw?"
The sun shine on my melanin but I love the moon
Two catch a body, one get out, then you told on who?
My expectations and disappointments can't join the two
I guess I just have to go with the flow, forever move
Momma shake her head at the red rags, she dissaprove
Jump off the plane with jetlag, hop off in the coupe
Or white and black the G Wagon like a storm trooper
I'm spittin' fire like dragons while drinking [?] soup
I'm livin' funky like flatulence, I ain't nothin' but toots
I roll a coast with the [?] like come get in the loop
My favorite words is CashApp me and send it through
Say now, makin' a killin' off PayPal
If a homie start a small business I ain't scared to go and pay pals
I told Tekashi stop playin' tough on the internet look how it played out
The TV will leave you hypnotized but I'm too awake now

[Chorus: Chris King]
I'm on a roll, on a roll, on a roll
Hardly ever home, ever home, ever home
Roll a blunt and then I zone, then it's on, 'cause it's gone
Gotta get stoned, get stoned, get stoned
Private room, I feel alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone
Private room, I feel alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone

[Verse 2: D Slay]
Fuck the opps and my pops ridin' with my niggas
Thought I had to jump off the block I went and got a semi-Glock
Ridin' with dimes in my [?], she gimme the keys to her box
This nigga tryna tell the cops that I was the man on the block
Nigga got caught for the flock, life's a rollercoaster
Other shit got my stomach and know I think I'm 'bout [?]
I'm in the kitchen whippin' the pot dropped a four for the community
Your bitch ain't past puberty, the judge off of immunity
[?] belligerent, all my niggas militant
All my niggas built to win, forgive me lord I know I sin
This for my niggas in the pen, my bitches nasty Lil Kim
Asian bitch I call her Lin, all my niggas [?]

[Chorus: Chris King]
I'm on a roll, on a roll, on a roll
Hardly ever home, ever home, ever home
Roll a blunt and then I zone, then it's on, 'cause it's gone
Gotta get stoned, get stoned, get stoned
Private room, I feel alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone
Private room, I feel alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone