Lyrics of 'Rollin' Stone' by Little Simz

I was in São Paulo
Eatin' palm hearts
And I couldn't believe my surroundings (no)
True, I got the Ends in me, listenin' to Headie
Gettin' gassed in the mountains (yeah)
No time for the thirst trap, nigga, I'm quenched
I drink from a different fountain (sip)
Hard food when I serve that
All these likkle fish get fried
And your yam get pounded (pounded yam)

Mm, might be a brat for a bit
Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs
Want my farm and I want my chicks
Want my suit tailored by Gucci
First-class to Shibuya for the sushi
Give me my cheques and give me my plaques
Want breakdowns and I want my stats, pronto (now, now)
Yеah, yeah, God flow
Make you wanna dance all day likе Alfonso (move your body)
Wanna talk about P's, wanna talk about wage
But can you do the job though? (can you?)
I can't vouch for a man that
Ain't got the talent and business combo (no)
It's all a sport, flow on archery
Don't get hit with the crossbow

Stayed to myself, been true to the core
(Stay to myself, man, I stay to myself)
I was always the illest
There's never been no cure (no medication)
Callin' shots like I call in favours, facts (true)
My niggas got me if I ever need that

Still, there's things I'm faced with
Stormz' ain't lyin', man, these fools audacious (yeah)
Might demonstrate frustration
Tryna' keep cool, but I'm losin' patience (ayy)
Hmm, no cap, we hate snakes and we hate rats
You can have opinions
Just don't mislead the youth in your raps
(Please, please, please, please, please)

Mummy handled business
Papa was a rollin' stone
I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch-boy in my bones
Fuckin' up this dough like say it's pizza
You can't get in Italia, Fashion Week, huh
Shut down Milan down to Rome

Lookin' like the future, got you fearin' the unknown
I got stories regardin' your bitch I won't disclose
Picture perfect, nothing picture perfect here, I know
All illusion, why the world confusing? I don't know

You can't diss me three-time
Pull up behind, you'll never see I
I'm probably the reason why your bosses has had to resign
Niggas follow my step, read about me like I'm Eli
I just book a flight only to land and have some me-time
Let me be, I'm (let me be, I'm)
Takin' time out, hold my spot, go through your time now

Huh, pull up at your spot
They're throwin' roses at my feet, yeah, yeah
Fuck you mean? In the presence of a queen
Bad bitch say that she wanna know what's underneath
I could show you things in private
Know I hate to cause a scene, yeah

Range black just to match the colour of my skin
Last year, pen was crazy
This year tougher with the ink, yeah
Know the people miss me, they like
"Where the fuck you've been?" yeah
Counted all my losses, manifested all my wins, yeah

Can't believe it's Simbi here that's had you listenin'
Well, fuck that bitch for now
You didn't know she had a twin, yeah
I've been in my zone, movin' lowkey in Berlin, ah
You can get the smoke, nigga, das ist kein Problem, ah
Where do I begin? Ah
You might just find out real soon, go through your time now

Rollin' stone
Rollin' stone
Rollin' stone
Rollin' stone