ROAM/WYA

[Part 1: ROAM]

[Intro: colin!]
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: colin!]
Never hit my phone and ask me when I'm coming home
I been on my own baby, I just wanna roam
Cali' to Ohio, Alabama to Malone
Paying for these flights, I might have to take a loan
Met a ho in London, I was tripping on the accent
Act fantastic, she don't know I'm rapping
Lack that passion, she don't know I'm spazzing
Pack my bags, then we going back to Aspen
Never asking anybody if they wanna come with
Travel on my own cause I'm better off alone
'Member on the road with the hoes in the big dip
They was tryna hit me, so I'm turning off my phone
Burn gas
Now we flying outta first class
Heard that
I was tripping off of her ass
So sad
I was looking at her suitcase
Shit was looking heavy, like she packing for a new day
Never hit my phone or ask me when I'm coming home
I been on my own baby, I just wanna roam
Cali' to Ohio, Alabama to Malone
I been on my own baby, I just wanna roam
Never hit my phone or ask me when I'm coming home
I been on my own baby, I just wanna roam
I been on my own baby, I just wanna roam
Damn

[Part 2: WYA]

[Verse 2: BIG LUKE, colin!, Both]
Where is Luke at?
It's like he never home
He moving different, don't pick up phone
Who the fuck he feeling like?
He ain't grown
Got shit to pick with him, I got a bone
I know that passion is key
I kill these rappers like almost too easily
All of these rappers is average to me
Back here with C
You got no traction, stop asking my fee
That's how I'm moving, don't like it then leave
I pray to Jesus, I need some forgiveness
I'm well aware that I got blood on my leaves
If I'm off topic, then I know my brother get back to the theme
Oh, let me get back to the scheme
I got a shawty, she back on her knees
I get my money, then pack up, then leave (Yes)
Hopping the border while popping these quarters
I hope that my brother is back on my team (Damn)
I'm out the country, don't ask where I'm at
Hitting the gym cause my pockets is fat
Leaving St. Louis, we never come back
Bitch I'm from 'Bama, you know that's a fact
Shout out the 205, that be my city
I be like everywhere, that's how I'm living
Driving back home when it's time for Thanksgiving
All of my brothers is good and they winning
All of my brothers is good
Stick by my side like they know that they should, if she could
I bet she moving like Suge
Ask where I'm at, boy I wish that you would
I'm cool off you niggas that tweet like a bird
It's absurd how you run to the 'net for your feelings
I'm chilling, the sky is the limit, no ceilings
After this shit, bitch we on
The only way I see is up, is it wrong to kill 'em again and again and be gone?
Damn, damn