Artist: Isaiah Rashad f/ SiR
Album:  The Sun's Tirade
Song:   Rope // rosegold
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
{*Part 1: Rope*}
 
[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Let's testify, that this world has
{*clears throat*} Yeah
 
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad - singing] + (SiR)
When I'm sober, I might testify
That this world has fallen out of place
For the few that always touch the sky
I don't want spaceships; I miss my roses
And I won't call you, cause I'm too fake, like nowadays
I barely might know myself, but thank God I found this rope
I, I love ya (I love ya)
Yea-yea, I love ya (I love ya)
I love ya (I love ya)
Barely know myself, but thank God I found this rope
I, I love ya (I love ya)
I love ya (I love ya)
I love ya (I love ya...)
 
[Isaiah Rashad - singing] + (SiR)
Then my dad did call me yesterday
(My daddy called me that day)
And he cried and cried into my phone
(Oh how he cried and cried)
'Bout that love, that kind that he forgot
Since he left his family all alone (all alone)
I don't know why I feel all in grey
And I know my heart ain't built to be
But I came back and forth to chase my tracks and roll with
I ain't supposed to know here.. yea, yea
Some go, her face so shy
Her friends so cold, ohh, yea
Some go a place so high
And friends so cold...
I love ya, I love ya, I love ya...
 
{*Part 2: rosegold*}
 
{*Isaiah Rashad ad-libs for 22 seconds*}
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
Alright, alright scramble, for the ammo
Can we build? Can we chill?
Can I live, with my kids?
Deuce, poof
Proof, Lord
I, I can't feel the joy
I, I can't fill the void
Let, let her fill the void
Too, too young to ignore
But really, if we don't make it out the city
If we don't make it to the finish line
If I don't make it to your titties
I got the music for the vibers, I got the music for the vibers
And we don't usually talk about it
It's, like you debatin' with a Bible, I'm really preachin' to the choir
I brought the music for the vibers though
And in the chalice that keeps me low as your moral-es
And you just smokin' on the cabbage
I see you fuckin' with the gravity
I been waitin' for a challenge
Besides waitin' for the balance, and the apricot
And to rap with Dot, and I laugh a lot
I got some old hoes (ahh) and some new friends (ohh)
And some rose gold (ahh) and some, and some rose gold
 
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
You, are the fancy car that keeps me goin'
(I know you hear me talkin' to you nigga) I know ya
(I know you can hear me nigga, but, alright)
You, are the fancy car that keeps me goin'
(Well I don't give a fuck) I know ya
(South - niggas be floatin' around in this bitch)
I got my eyes on you
I got my eyes and they shine, like 1999
(You gon' act like you don't fuckin' hear me talkin?)
Do you mind? (Like, to yo face nigga?)
I got my eyes on ya
I got my eyes and they shine like 1999
(You can only ignore the mirror so long, my nigga) Like 1999
(Only so fuckin' long you can ignore me, my nigga)
(Don't, fuckin' you, Rashad, fuckin' hear me dawg)
(Don't fuckin, dawg)