RODMAN

By Spratta

On S 1*

Released on February 28, 2025

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[Intro]

Whoa (Yeah)


[Verse 1]

We don't got one thing in common (Ooh-whoa)

There's something 'bout you I get lost in (Whoa), yeah

If we on lock, I'm Dennis Rodman (Ooh-whoa)

You pass through my mind too often

Ain't that so? (So)

It's a lot when you throw me a change-up (Yeah)

I'ma throw in the towel when you wake up (Yeah)

I know what you about when the rain come (Baby)

For the plot, let me know where you came from (Came from)

Angel in your bun with no makeup (Yeah)

From the top, if you want, we can make some (Baby, whoa, yeah)


[Chorus]

I'm tired of floating, I might drown in love (Love, love, love, love)

And I'm an open book so sign me up (Yeah, love, love, love)

And I can't help myself, it's not my fault (Oh)

It's not my fault, yeah


[Verse 2]

You the type to bring back the kinfolk (Yeah)

Hair too fire, I can see from the brim smoke, huh

We've been locked in, love with a ZIP code

The checks too high, double back like a missed note, yeah (Yeah, whoa)

Gems when you talk, it's a payload, yeah

That's game when you walk with a halo, yeah

Face card finer than J.Lo, yeah

Got Goyard on, but you you lay low, yeah

A little more confrontation

Maybe that's all we need to turn them doubts to conversations (Yeah)

Baby, your company goes farther than most constellations

And now it's a revelation (Yeah)

This love, no explanations (Yeah)

Don't need no reservations, whoa (Whoa, yeah)


[Chorus]

I'm tired of floating, I might drown in love (Love, love, love, love)

And I'm an open book so sign me up (Yeah, love, love, love)

And I can't help myself, it's not my fault (Love, love, love)

It's not my fault, yeah