4daize - Little Roger Wilco

Yeah man
Ya feel that?
It's the return of the boom bap
And the true blue cat
Ya boy 4DAiZE
He's been away
Home now
What can I say but...

Hit the ground runnin'
Hear me coming?
Ya Boy's back
Hope ya ready for some fun
I ain't talking out for days
And waking up like
"What the fuck have we done?"
I mean a smile on ya face
To out-blaze the sun!
Lettin' go of yesterdays
Pray tomorrow comes
Only pain be house pain
Jumpin' when we say jump
Jump jump jump
Yeah ya still got it

Call me little Roger Wilco
They know he'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Sticky fingers in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go

Little Roger Wilco
He'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Finger in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go

It's gonna hit you like a spotlight
Hot right?
What fight
Is worth laying down?
We still got life
It's your time
Lift your head up to the top and
Shine bright
Shake the bottle
Let it (Pop)
Drop the "H" from your whine
Have a good night
Don't fight
It's up to you
To make it what you want
O.K I'm alright
Loving life
So I'm spending every minute in it
Raising vibes Bang together
Resonate is how we'll win it
Better late than never in it
I'mma sing it
To everyone fighting life
Ready to Bin it
Recycle your mind and
Try to make something better with it
"We did it"
Through the fire
Tell yourself
"I'm gonna get it"

Step light and cool
You can't fail the fool
The wolf in wool
Biological tool
The P in the pool
(Ewww)
Prefer the G in the ghoul?
Bending the rule
Beckham
Flicking poke'balls blue
I choose you to

Call me little Roger Wilco
They know he'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere i go love yo
Sticky fingers in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go

Little Roger Wilco
He'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show every where I go love yo
Finger in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go

Knock Knock
Whose that at the front door?
Revolution?
You ain't ready?
Why'd you come for?
Your solution
Go and grab your gun
War!
Get trooping
Then tell me what's it good for?
(Cha ching)
All this fighting and we're still poor
Frightened by uniting
So at night you lock your doors
Inviting thoughts of crime and
Inciting judgement your
The cause blinded by the times
Denying elder law

If you build it they will come
So I'm making rattle drums
Just to get them off their bums
Beat em' till it's done
Anyone can make it huh
Stop the faking bruh
All are one
So give it all you got
Or you won't be gettin' none!
From the prodigal son
Yeah you can bottle me one
Head back neck relaxed
Full throttle the thumb
Burp a bubbly hum
Fuck swallowed his gum
7 years ago
Now he rears machine guns
(That's a Shit joke)

Little Roger Wilco
He'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Sticky fingers in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go

Little Roger Wilco
He'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Finger in the till
Stirring up change
Now here we go

Little Roger Wilco
Call me
Little Roger Wilco
Call me
Little Roger Wilco
Call me
(Roger Wilco)

4DAiZE will go
Finger in the till yo
Stirring up change bro
You ready for the love show?
Yeah I'm little Roger Wilco

Written by:
Reid Morrison

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