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Lyrics of Rollin Stone from Little Simz:


I was in SAo Paulo
Eatin' palm hearts and I couldn't believe my surroundings (No)
True, I got the Ends in me, listenin' to Headie
Gettin' gassed in the mountains (Yeah)
No time for the thirst trap, nigga, 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
Fuck 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)
Callin' shots like I call in favours, facts (True)
My niggas got me if I ever need that
Still, there's things I'm faced with
Stormz' ain't lyin', 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 rollin' stone
I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch-boy in my bones
Fuckin' 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 fearin' the unknown
I got stories regardin' 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 boss has 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
Fuck 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 listenin'
Well, fuck that bitch for now, you didn't know she had a twin, yeah
I've been in my zone, movin' lowkey in Berlin, ah
You can get the smoke, nigga, das ist kein Problem, ah
Where do I begin? Ah
You might just find out real soon, go through your time now

[Outro:]
Rollin stone
Rollin stone
Rollin stone
Rollin stone

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