ArtOfficial - Rooftop Lyrics

[Chorus]Weather on your city block cover across the globeOn the rooftop, pocket full of poemsHit the block (block), runnin' when I jump inWhen the drums stay thumpin'Weather on your city block cover across the globeOn the rooftop, pocket full of poemsHit the block (block), runnin' when I jump inWhen the drums stay thumpin'[Verse 1]Aw damn, let me think the starts got to finishAnything that grows will eventually diminishMy energy depletes, but it's instantly replenishedSmooth like my skin tone, not a single blemishA menacе, 'cause I got a fetish for the frеshnessI'm trynna live, I walk around with a death wishI'm just trynna step through that next exit, contain the mess and not get recklessFall back, let's not be victimsIt's got me thinkin' that the block needs fixingI gotta turn my dreams into realityAll without panicking, the clock keeps tickingThe plot thickens but the top seems distantGotta find a different route to walk these trenchesPardon if I end up a martyrAll the hardest, we gonna make it regardless[Refrain]It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my backIt ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back[Chorus]Weather on your city block cover across the globeOn the rooftop, pocket full of poemsHit the block (block), runnin' when I jump inWhen the drums stay thumpin'Weather on your city block cover across the globeOn the rooftop, pocket full of poemsHit the block (block), runnin' when I jump inWhen the drums stay thumpin'[Verse 2]Uh, lookin' back what I beenNever know what's trynna [?], so I stay up on my ten-Toes, and who suppose those high school flows would grow wings and have me touchin' down in SFOFrom the MIA up to JFKThe twelve seater with my feet up on the 81AWest side on the I5, Snoop on the iPod187 every stage that I drive byDrinkin' to forget, forgot all the hard timesLinin' up the shots, skip to salt in the bar limesOut the door, bass on top of chordsVocals top of that, one more can do assBuildin' on the snap of the drum, got them all going dumbRest at the sound of the claps, or a [?], or a [?]But nothin' like the place I'm from, that's love[Refrain]It ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my backIt ain't where you at, 'cause every night I know who got my back