Verse 1:

So long to the past friends...

Really so long to the past

Weird thinkin about the past and

All the people that you had

So long to my new friends

The ones I never really had

I remember had a real bad chick

I let her go was too focused on music

She noticed that I didn’t come home

And when I was home was closest to my lyrics

She said “Alex you’re brilliant with words”

It’s a challenge, the more I grew

The further we were apart

The art sometimes can cure

Other times it can’t

Wonder why I chose the words...

Or did they choose me?

Oh well

Now I’m here

Oh well

Now I’m here...

Hook:

Rollin On Rollin On

Rollin On writing songs

Rollin on to the morn

Until the morn

I hope the day will come

Hope the day will come

Verse 2:

Hope the day will come

That I become free

Unconcerned about the little things

Thinkin more slowly

Don’t wanna live only me

But wanna live free

Wanna live the fast life

It comes wit a lotta things

Wanna be the future me

That the past would like to see

Make my mamma proud of me

The guy my ex would like to see

Did I tell ya she didn’t even like rap?

How did we last so long

Don’t even know that

On these beats

I’m a savage

A fiend above that

Told me

I’m above average

Already know that

I like the ego boost tho

So I seduced her wit my raps

Go ahead play my tunes slow

Lose yourself I entrap

Even if ya don’t like trap ya might still like my raps

You can feel me

My heart n soul on the track

On the go

But on the phone

No manager can’t slack

Wrote this poem

Goin home

Just know

This ain’t that

Hook:

Rollin On Rollin On

Rollin On writing songs

Rollin on to the morn

Until the morn

I hope the day will come

Hope the day will come..