Rod Wave

Mafia

Rod Wave

Beautiful Mind


Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Will a fool
Uh

In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to death
but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shits irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one, you can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
moving like the Taliban (uh, yeah, ok)

Moving like the mafia, but I'm not Michael Corleone
Still I'll knock my brother off
if he ever try and do mе wrong
‘Cause I gave my all to you, you know I gave my hеart to you
I invested time, loyalty, and showed my flaws to you
I tried to go to sleep, but I just stood by the door
Misses officer come and free me, can I please use the phone
I been screaming inside my cell
thinking 'bout you all night long
Like, I hope you there when I get home
Staring at the walls
thinking bout' all of the shit I did wrong
We celebrate the W's, but I took L's on my own
We celebrate the W's but took L's on my own (yeah, but)

In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shits irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one, you can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
moving like the Taliban (uh, yeah, ok)

Compositores: Willie Jerome Byrd (Will), Rod Green (Rod Wave), Ben Bull
ECAD: Obra #37654682

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