Rollin - Calvin Harris, Future, Khalid

I’ve been rollin' on the freeway

I’ve been riding 85

I’ve been thinking way too much

And I’m way too gone to drive

I’ve got anger in my chest

I’ve got millions on my mind

And you didn’t fit the picture

So I guess you weren’t the vibe

I’ve been rollin' on the freeway

I’ve been riding 85

I’ve been thinking way too much

And I’m way too gone to drive

I’ve got anger in my chest

I’ve got millions on my mind

And you didn’t fit the picture

So I guess you weren’t the vibe

Got L-O-V-E on my right leg, that’s Gucci (Get what I’m sayin'?)

Got L-O-V-E on my main ho, that’s Pucci (Get what I’m sayin'?)

Caught a lil' jetlag but I’m golden, damn

We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn

They deserve Whammy’s, they imposters

I be rollin' with my project homies, it’s a vibe

I just did some pills with the homie, it’s a vibe

Bend her over, switch sides, it’s a vibe, yah

I come through with strippers and some shottas

I gotta accept that I’m a monster

I pull up in several different options

Not all, but most of 'em came topless

I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (Cream I make)

Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (Shit I say)

I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon' fold up (Fold up)

I was in the double R when I rolled up (When I rolled up)

I’ve been rollin' on the freeway

I’ve been riding 85

I’ve been thinking way too much

And I’m way too gone to drive

I’ve got anger in my chest

I’ve got millions on my mind

And you didn’t fit the picture

So I guess you weren’t the vibe

I’ve been rollin' on the freeway

I’ve been riding 85

I’ve been thinking way too much

And I’m way too gone to drive

I’ve got anger in my chest

I’ve got millions on my mind

And you didn’t fit the picture

So I guess you weren’t the vibe

Pluto

Gotta dig what I’m sayin', Chanel drapes on me, baby

Gotta dig what I’m sayin', she look like she’s sponsored by Mercedes

Dig what I’m sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (You dig?)

Dig what I’m sayin'?

I’m goin' hard (Hard, yeah)

I pop bubbly in your memory

You should be glad I’m showin' you sympathy (Showin' you sympathy)

I gave you real love out the gutter (Out the gutter)

Ever let you go, you gon' suffer (You gon' suffer from it)

I come through with strippers and some shottas (Shottas)

I gotta accept that I’m a monster

I pull up in several different options

Not all, but most of 'em came topless

I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (Cream I make)

Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (Shit I say)

I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon' fold up (Fold up)

I was in the double R when I rolled up (When I rolled up)

Yeah, L-O-V-E on my right leg

Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I’m sayin'?

I feel like I should be giving up

You can leave if it’s too much

But I’m tired of you leading me on, oh no

I don’t like where this shit is going

I mean I’ve been stuck in all your apologies

Gave my all but you want more from me

Keep your love, it doesn’t feel the same

I hope it hurts you when you’re hearin' my name