'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax Rock 'n' roll fly, bitch behold I, I am the shit Hear the commode cry, hear the guitar scream That double
Whatever you've got to pick me up To help me out, I'm in I'm down with that In my dream I can fly, fly high Over the fields and across the sky Then
being humble. I'm comin through with the shovels Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles
it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive At which conclusion you arrived Watching me sit here, bolt upright And cry for no good reason at the Eastering sky
backstage and tell em baby just relax [Verse 2- Lil' Wayne] Rock n Roll Fly Bitch behold I I am the shit Hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream That Double
em backstage and tell em baby just relax [Verse 2- Lil' Wayne] Rock n Roll Fly Bitch behold I I am the shit Hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream That Double
parties Me, I, be with the P-O-E Til I'm calm, restin the box with crossed arms The beat double, look around where you say it cause its like trouble Who
And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive At which conclusion you arrived Watching me sit here, bolt upright And cry for no good reason at the Eastering sky
. Young Money himself) Lil Weezy, baby! Hahaha Rock-n-roll fly, {bitches} behold I I am the {shit}, hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream, that double