Rope // rosegold
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics

When I'm sober I might testify That this world has folded our praise For the few that always touch the sky
Without the distortion brought about by drugs and alcohol, I would bear witness that society lauds only those who achieve greatness or success.

I don't want space ships I miss my roses And I won't call you Cause I'm too fake Like nowadays
I don't long for materialistic things like spaceships anymore; I only crave the simple things like the roses I used to enjoy. I won't reach out to others with whom I am no longer myself, similar to the fake personas that society glorifies today.

I barely know myself But thank God I found this rope, I love you Yeah baby, I love you I love you
I am still figuring out who I am, but I am grateful for my outlet, my passion for music which has saved me. I love my fans who have been supportive and loving towards me.

Then my dad did call me yesterday And he cried and cried into my phone Bout the love that can't that he forgot Since he left his family all alone
My father called me yesterday with tears, expressing remorse for forgetting familial love after he left us alone to fend for ourselves.

I don't know why I feel all in gray And I know my heart ain't built to be But I came back and forth To chase my tracks and roll them
I don't understand why I feel so down, although deep down, I know it is not in my nature. Despite feeling this way, I keep trying to chase my goals.

I ain't supposed to know here Some go, her face so shy Her friends so cold Some go a place so high And friends so cold I love you, I love you, I love you
I am not meant to know how to navigate through life, and while some people end up doing well, others fall and face harsh judgments from their peers. Regardless, I maintain that I love my fans.

This the room, this the room (Fancy car that keeps me goin') Glad to have you back my nig We meant to do this (Eyes that shine)
I'm in my creative space, my room, where my music is crafted. It is my passion, much like a fancy car to a car enthusiast that keeps me going. I'm glad to be back making music and working with my friends.

Alright scramble for the ammo Can we build, can we chill? Can I live with my kids? Deuce, poof, proof Lord I can't feel the joy I can't fill the void Let her fill the void
We should hurry to find inspiration to create music that stirs emotions, and maybe one day, we can live peacefully with our families. I'm having a hard time dealing with my own issues, so hopefully, something will fill the emptiness in my life.

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 tities I got the music for the vibers I got the music for the vibers And we to talk about it It's like you debatin' with a bible
We should focus on the youth since they also have something important to contribute to society. If we don't emerge from our current environment and situation or make it to our goal, it would be a huge disappointment. I make music for those who appreciate it, and it feels like we are trying to convince those who do not of its worth.

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 morals Ay 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, haa And some new friends and some rosegold And some, and some rose gold
I feel like I am not reaching enough people with my music since we all like-minded. In my quest to stay focused, I indulge in smoking marijuana, and I see that you, too, are trying to find peace through altering your state of mind. I am waiting for a new challenge after finding balance in my life. Besides that, I find joy in new friends, old memories, and materialistic things.

(You are the fancy car that keeps me goin') I know you talkin' to me nigga (I know ya) I know ya nigga (You are the fancy car that keeps me goin') Give a fuck (I know ya) Niggas be floatin' around (I got my eyes on ya) (I got my eyes and they shine like 1999) (I got my eyes on ya) (I got my eyes and they shine like 1999) (Like 1999) Only so fuckin' long you can ignore me my nigga though Fuckin' you Rashad, fuckin' hear me dog, motherfucker
My passion for music is the motivation that keeps me going, and I appreciate it. I know you're having a conversation with me, my friend. You and I share similar interests and dreams that drive us together. Don't disregard me forever, eventually, you have to acknowledge me as your equal Rashad.