More songs by Rod Wave
Description
It smells like a road where the asphalt is warm but full of cracks - as if life has already driven over it a couple hundred times without brakes. Here, fatigue doesn't whine, it hisses, like a cigarette stubbed out on the palm of your hand. Outside, there is armor; inside, there is something too alive to pretend to be stone.
Each line sounds like a breath between wounds: someone has left again, someone has betrayed again, and ahead lies the same old “must move on.” The world around is a snake pit in expensive sneakers, and the only thing that doesn't change is this dull urge to survive, even if the boat is already leaking. A rough, sincere confession of love for chaos, in which pain has long become as familiar as breathing.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I grew up on a feeling I could make a mess
Two looks in the mirror, making lines up in my head
I ain't gon' lie
(Now you're calling me a stranger, and it's scaring me to death)
I love this - so much
(It's too late to turn back 'round, I made a mess pretending)
This -, this - that I love, nobody ever- (fires I can't put out)
I love all of my fans and - (I kinda fell for the way you see me)
(I'ma rock with ya, I'ma rock with ya)
And it hurts to admit the way you see me (I'ma rock with ya)
Snakes around partners (no, it doesn't exist)
I got real war wounds, all my life feelin' pain (yeah)
Holes in my shoes came from walkin' through the rain (yeah)
It's a real dirty game, snakes look like friends
Solid -, might bend for a blue Benjamin (yeah)
Lost my right hand, that - killin' me the most (yeah)
How I stay afloat with a hole in my boat? (Yeah)
- throwin' low blows when your back against the rope
-, try and play you close just so they can cut your -
This life - so confusing, I go for what I know (ooh)
I never trust a - and I never love a-
Ain't nobody that I'm trusting
Drugs in my body, I don't want to feel nothing
Pain deep inside me, I should have kept running
Crackers gotta free me, the end of discussion
He mad about a feature, tell them, mother- 'em
Mafia living, I got love for my youngins
Lil' glizzy out the window, - - get to ducking, they taco
On the road to the riches dodgin' potholes
You got the Devil on your back, it's snakes in your grass
Noonie, slow down, don't crash, Noonie
And it's so lonely at the top, everything changed on me
I don't f- with them -, so they hate on me (whoa, oh)
Mama, this your baby, could you pray for me?
I'm leavin' again (could you pray for me?)
But this time, don't wait on me (on me)
Don't (no, no), I'm leavin', leavin' again (yeah)
This time, don't wait on me (oh, don't leave)
Don't wait on me (yeah)
Don't wait on me (- a rap -)
Wait on me (- a rap -)
This time, don't wait on me (I don't wanna rock with you)
Don't wait on me (yeah)
Leavin', leavin' again
This time, don't wait on me (yeah, wait on me)
Don't wait on me
Oh, it's too late now, it's too late now, it's too late now (oh)
Oh, it's too late now, it's too late now, it's too late now (oh)
Oh, it's too late now, it's too late now, it's too late