笨小笨Roof歌词由Wiki演唱，出自专辑《Roof / Remarkably》，下面是《Roof》完整版歌词！
Roof歌词完整版
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My roof is my favorite
My only kind of entertainment
My own private vacation
Hyper when the light graced him
From the sun when he waited with the right patience
I'm writing and I'm pacing
Looking at the cityscape is it a simulation
In the middle of the city in isolation
Some see it solely for the taking
See the only course to take and make it better 'fore I'm gone and wasted
Didn't play GTA up the block and in the park where I was playing
At the monument where I was skating
Spitting the hardest s**t at every party's how I made my way in
Don't be all high and mighty ighty
Watch what you saying
I've been high and wildin' since a baby I was faded
Gone
Living in the Big Apple isn't it amazing
But it doesn't matter nothing in this city's sacred Nah
I'm not gonna hate it I'll tolerate it
I'll tolerate it
But just know I'm the one that gotta save it
Do I wanna travel or remain with the same view from this roof
That stays the same but always changes
I see a million faces beneath me racing
I'm just chasing the bag with my pen to the pad
Got the Benjamins off unemployment hope it'll last
Do I really want shows to come back
I don't know
That's the only time I feel real the times when I rap
Otherwise need to get me this cash
I do not know I'm stuck in a bind
No matter what I do feel like I'm getting f**ked from behind
I'm out of luck out of time
I struck gold cup overflowing with wine
At the function we dine
But then everything fluctuates you shrug and you sigh
Thinking all the dumb s**t that you tried when you was fried
I even turned my roof to a church pray for him
I even jerked off up there should've gave warning
I stayed watching p**n since the day I was born
Even done more worse I paid for it
I need to be scorned by the lord
Four Hail Marys hopefully I'll get saved for it
When I feel my head s**t I feel horns
I hope that they wasn't made for him
I hope it's just a bump on the head
From the times I bumped a mic on my head when I was touring
Back on my roof and ain't s**t boring
My fit kicks Jordans with a Mets lid on 'em
Been wet since a jit the kid had s**t sorted
Last miss dipped on 'em but now my chick foreign
Smoking illegal legally
Taking in the scenery you seeing me
Gotta walk six floors in order to court him
I sorta for the summer turned my roof into my private quarters
Just for the summer
Cyphing quarters
While the landlord records us but ignores us
Let's me be let's me breathe it's better for him
When the breeze hits
Uh and the weather's gorgeous
Okay
You know where I'll be atop my fortress
Yup
You ain't gotta see it you can hear the portrait
You can hear it
Can't stop peering over watching the ants walk from my rooftop feeling enormous
And then the wind hits filling me with endorphins
Uh
And now I know what's really important
