By Your Side

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Where the fuck is Rod Wave?

Hey

It's November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?

Young **** way outta state

Fucked up, gettin' over pain

Look how far a **** came

You remember I ain't had a thing

Fucked up, walkin' through the rain

At the top of the game, should've seen the **** I was tryna bring

It's crazy the way these **** change

Tell the city girl chill, you know baby mama know the deal

She know I could beat that pussy

Okay, let's switch the subject

Notice that both of my wrists is flooded

I been grindin' so hard, gettin' to this money

I been workin' like I know the drought is comin'

Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday

You know I'm street runnin'

Okay, my daddy was a gangster, what the fuck that made me?

**** claimin' that it's love, dawg, but it can't be

Know I fell in love with guns by the age of thirteen

And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach

Fuck dyin' in my Cuban link, I'm livin' in my Richard Millie

I just finished my tour, what a wonderful feeling

I got inside my bag and got out my feelings

I'm out my feelings

Hey there, everybody, what's it like in your city?

I'm a thousand miles away but look, tonight you look so pretty

Yes, you do, oh

Times Square couldn't shine as bright as you

I swear, it's true

Look, look

Hey there, everybody, don't you worry about the distance

I'm right here if you get lonely

Give this song another listen, close your eyes

Uh, listen to my voice, it's my disguise

By your

Your side

By your side

By your side, yeah, yeah

Watchin' you close