Rolling Stone Lyrics – Little Simz

Rolling Stone Lyrics

I Was In São Paulo
Eating Palm Hearts And I Couldn’t Believe My Surroundings (No)
True, I Got The Ends In Me, Listening To Headie
Getting Gassed In The Mountains (Yeah)
No Time For The Thirst Trap, Niga, I’m Quenched I Drink From A Different Fountain (Sip) Hard Food When I Serve That All These Likkle Fish Get Fried And Your Yam Get Pounded (Pounded Yam) Mm, Might Be A Brat For A Bit Fuk Your Blunt, Man, I Want My Spliffs
Want My Farm And I Want My Chicks
Want My Suit Tailored By Gucci
First-class To Shibuya For The Sushi
Give Me My Cheques And Give Me My Plaques
Want Breakdowns And I Want My Stats, Pronto (Now, Now)
Yеah, Yeah, God Flow
Make You Wanna Dance All Day Likе Alfonso (Move Your Body)
Wanna Talk About P’s, Wanna Talk About Wage
But Can You Do The Job Though? (Can You?)
I Can’t Vouch For A Man That Ain’t Got The Talent
And Business Combo (No)
It’s All A Sport, Flow On Archery
Don’t Get Hit With The Crossbow
Stayed To Myself, Been True To The Core
(Stay To Myself, Man, I Stay To Myself)
I Was Always The Illest
There’s Never Been No Cure (No Medication)
Calling Shots Like I Call In Favours, Facts (True)
My Ni*gas Got Me If I Ever Need That
Still, There’s Things I’m Faced With
Stormz’ Ain’t Lying, Man, These Fools Audacious (Yeah)
Might Demonstrate Frustration
Tryna Keep Cool, But I’m Losin’ Patience (Ayy)
Hmm, No Cap, We Hate Snakes And We Hate Rats
You Can Have Opinions
Just Don’t Mislead The Youth In Your Raps
(Please, Please, Please, Please, Please)

Mummy Handled Business, Papa Was A Rolling Stone
I’m A Mix Of Both, There Ain’t No Bitch-boy In My Bones
Fu*king Up This Dough Like Say It’s Pizza
You Can’t Get In Italia, Fashion Week, Huh
Shut Down Milan Down To Rome
Lookin’ Like The Future, Got You Fearing The Unknown
I Got Stories Regarding Your Bitch I Won’t Disclose
Picture Perfect, Nothing Picture Perfect Here, I Know
All Illusion, Why The World Confusing? I Don’t Know
You Can’t Diss Me Three-time, Pull Up Behind, You’ll Never See I
I’m Probably The Reason Why Your Bosses Had To Resign
Niggas Follow My Step, Read About Me Like I’m Eli
I Just Book A Flight Only To Land And Have Some Me-time
Let Me Be, I’m (Let Me Be, I’m)
Takin’ Time Out, Hold My Spot, Go Through Your Time Now

Huh, Pull Up At Your Spot
They’re Throwin’ Roses At My Feet, Yeah, Yeah
Fuk You Mean? In The Presence Of A Queen Bad Bitch Say That She Wanna Know What’s Underneath I Can Show You Things In Private Know I Hate To Cause A Scene, Yeah Range Black Just To Match The Colour Of My Skin Last Year, Pen Was Crazy, This Year Tougher With The Ink, Yeah Know The People Miss Me, They Like “Where The Fuck You’ve Been?” Yeah Counted All My Losses, Manifested All My Wins, Yeah Can’t Believe It’s Simbi Here That’s Had You Listening Well, Fuck That Bitch For Now You Didn’t Know She Had A Twin, Yeah I’ve Been In My Zone, Moving Lowkey In Berlin, Ah You Can Get The Smoke, Niga, Das Ist Kein Problem, Ah
Where Do I Begin? Ah
You Might Just Find Out Real Soon
Go Through Your Time Now

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Written by:
Jakwob, Inflo, Little Simz