Lyrics By Your Side – Rod Wave
It’s November, where the f**k is Rod Wave
Young n**ga way outta state
F**ked up getting over pain
Look how far a n**ga came
You remember I ain’t had a thing
F**ked up walking through the rain
At the top of the game
Should’ve seen the n**gas I was tryna bring
It’s crazy the way these n**gas change
Tell the city girl chill
You know baby mama know the deal
She know I could beat that p**sy
Okay, let’s switch the subject
Notice that both of my wrists is flooded
I been grinding so hard getting to this money
I been working like I know a drought is coming
Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday
You know I’m street running
Okay, my daddy was a gangster
What the f**k that made me
N**gas claiming 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
F**k dying in my Cuban link
I’m living in my Richard Mille
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 New York City
I’m a thousand miles away
But look tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do, ooh oh
Time 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
Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise
By your, your side
By your side
By your side, yeah yeah
Watching you close…
➤ Written by Rod Wave
Produced by nTXD & Harto Beats
Rod Wave | 2021
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BY YOUR SIDE LYRICS ROD WAVE
[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up Tnt)
Where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Hey
[Verse]
It’s November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Young nigga way outta state
Fucked up, gettin’ over pain
Look how far a nigga 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 niggas I was tryna bring
It’s crazy the way these niggas 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, gеttin’ to this money
I been working like I know the drought is coming
Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday, you know I’m street running
Okay, my daddy was a gangstеr, what the fuck that made me?
Niggas claiming 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 dying in my Cuban link, I’m living 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
[Chorus]
Hey there everybody, what’s it like in New York 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
Watching you close