Rose Gold Hurricane Wisdom

[Intro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, ayy

[Verse 1]
I want rose gold over everything
I'd probably buy my mama wedding ring before I buy a wedding ring
Red carpet roll, that's probably in my dreams
This world is cold, I don't even know why I still got my heart up on my sleeve
How life been goin', I can't get no sleep
Flight after flight like the black truck, like back the backup
Fight after fight, make 'em back up, then break us back up
I just go ghost and I go out, you never know where I'm goin'
So many drugs up in this car, you never know what I'm pourin' (Ayy)
They keep tellin' him give it up, but, bitch, I know what I'm doin', check
Family fed (Oh), I ain't even had to do no cookin' (No cookin')
Promoters actin' like somе hoes, tell them boys to book mе
I'm frontline rockin' every show, I know I ain't no rookie
But then my [?][0:45]
Smoke, they don't forget it
Don't mix my emotion with this fame, I don't like that image
I don't like that shit at all, you know I'm with it
And I'd rather stay at home, I know I'm sinnin'
Don't have to pray some more