Rolling In My Grave ​iann dior

Lyrics from snippets

[Intro]
Goodnight, Darkboy

[Chorus]
You find a reason to make it my fault (My fault)
You take my demons and piss them all off
High as hell, you can catch me flying down the interstate, yeah
Smoke a finger all the way to a stinger, only way I can meditate

[Verse]
'Cause this life is so hard, don't know how we made it this far
Me and my niggas, yeah, we finna win, hop in that Rolls Royce with a ten
I get it lit, I'll never stop, I know, these niggas, they praying I drop
Every time, I come out with a win, thought we were close, but I'm not your friend, hey, yeah (Hot, hot)
Jump on that bitch like some hop-scotch (Hot, hot)
Thinking you hot, but you not-not (Yeah, yeah)
Riding around got a new chauffeur, still got a hangover, yeah
Hot, hot, thinking you hot but you not
Pull up, I'm wetting the block
I'm serving up fiends, I won't ever stop
Rot, rot, lil' bitch, I'm hoping you rot, yeah
'Cause I know that you is a thot-thot
Hoping that I would just lock you up