The Rage Of Roemello Lyrics - A Dream Deferred - Skyzoo

Staring so long I swear the page saying hello 

I'm hearing these songs but tryna change up the metro 

It feel like he'ron the way I'm straining wit the let go 

The rage of it all, I swear to God 

Wrote it to make you call me dope man, dope man 

Got y'all in tune but that tune got me moved so if I choose to let this go and 

Bid this shit adieu, and your listening improves 

At least there's packages left if you living in that mood 

See we attract to the stretch, everything should flip in twos 

And if not, we should stop, like we did all we could do 

So I'm on my gracefully bow, and on my way to that bow 

I leave it up to you to perform my grace for me now 

I mean, hands folded, maybe the plans folded 

Wasn't supposed to love it, they say that you can't show it 

I mean, easier spoken of, see where this goes for us 

Say its real or at least hope that the motive was 

Never had a second thought, never asked, never once 

Knee deep in it, fuck it, we ain't leaving it 

Until it all goes and we go to get to reach for it 

And shit is smoke and mirrors and we swinging tryna see through it 

Stick and move, I'm liable to switch & shoot 

Like I ain't here to play with this fog, let's get this through 

And I ain't here to stay with these odds, so when in tune 

I'm either tryna even these odds or hit a new 

As far as I can remember, we'd idolize thru the winter 

And rather be in the 4 like when Stoudemire's at center 

I mean, GS 400's is all we wanted 

However we do it, long as we done it, the rage of Roemello 

Listening to Gloria's youngest, had us all in the running 

To wanna be what they told us we wasn't 

Like all we need is to kno if we running, its not in place 

Cuz ambition is by the day, word to Wale 

I mean, same scenery we was tryna believe to be 

Had us counting wins before we had us an in 

And sleeping is paper thin, no wonder why we don't do it much 

Sheets barely used, tell em all of this is new to us, right? 

And every dream that I dream is littered 

With the fiends that I done seen while tryna leave these visions 

And so to clear it, I wrote to wanna be like him wit it 

I hope he hear it, cuz word to Chi Ali we did it 

I hope he hear it, word to this blue Yank' 

100 grey bottoms, these shits never lose rank 

And agreeing that heavy is the fade under it, but for the love of it 

They look to you to carry it and everything its bundled with 

Sunrise open your eyes, no surprise 

Made it off of living for doe or die 

Now you in the back of the coupe, glaring, half of the stoop staring 

To the point where you can give away packs like Snoop Pearson 

Think about it, yea, THAT kinda rich 

Sing songs for black hoodies and black violins, I mean 

The swan song for the evening 

Forgive me in advance for your grievings, the rage of Roemello 

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