Raaraa Lyrics

Raaraa - EZOW

...

Dazed all the same

Got me hoppin around

Falling from the leaves

It all alters about

But I'll give you heart

If u want me around

Drinking to your name

And your six pretty loud

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold

I'm in the right place

I got my own ...

Sipping this ...

Got me on a right wave

Drip is so cold, neck be too froze

When I drop in

City is sold I don't need no other option

Cuz i've been on that rock shit

See I be on my rock shit

Drinking on on that rock shit

Hoes tryna make my guap dip

Rain down

Baby I can give u fame now

Put you on the top of the hate now

I've been on on that late loud

Cuz u know i'm about it

You don't gotta say a thang

And this shit so ironic

You don't want me but your in

And say that you don't love me

But you calling on my name

You say that I ain't nothing

Is that really what you meant?

Cuz i'm

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold

Got me falling with the rain now

Looking for your lovin for weeks

(raaraa)

Wanna drink and get my sane out

Tryna find a reason to leave

(phantom, rolls)

Might've sip my cold

Poppin on the road

If I don't get my stone

Then i'll be on my own

Pinked out all my lean

Blood ain't never clean

I'll be on my own dough

Cuz I don't need nothin from your name no

I don't need nothing from your name no

I don't need nothing from your name no

I don't need nothing from your name no

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold

Raaraa

Bodies

Falling

Ghost

Top in

Hop in

Phantom

Rolls

Moma

See my

Wrist feel

Cold

All my

Apartments

Filled with

Gold