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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 hardst shit at every party’s how I made my way in

Don’t b 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 fucked from behind

I’m out of luck, out of time

I struck gold, cut bold, I’m flowing with wine at the function we dine

But then everything fluctuates, you shrug and you sigh

Thinking all the dumb shit that you tried when you was fried

I even turned my roof to a church, pray for 'em

I even jerked off up there, should’ve gave warning

I stayed watching porn since the day I was born

Even done more, worse, I paid for it

I need to scorned by the lord

Four Hail Marys, hopefully I’ll get saved for it

When I feel my head, shit, 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 shit boring

My fit kicks Jordans with a Mets lid on 'em

Been wet since a jit, the kid had shit 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)

Siphoned quarters

While the landlord records us, but ignores us

Lets me be, lets 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