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Robert John

Robert John (born Robert John Pedrick, Jr., 1946, Brooklyn, New York) is an American singer-songwriter. more »

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I'm a
Smooth killa, feel like dilla, my diamonds be realla 
Mink chinchilla, fur pockets, black like my umbrella
Sweet vanilla, sword like zelda, smoking on gorilla
Got a militia, press the issue, think somebody miss ya
I'm a
Smooth killa, feel like dilla, my diamonds be realla 
Mink chinchilla, fur pockets, black like my umbrella
Sweet vanilla, sword like zelda, smoking on gorilla
Got a militia, press the issue, think somebody miss ya

On my way up to the top, they all wanna be me
They see is young Robert John, that boy who sipping Fiji
It's not that easy believe me, there's much more that you cannot see
I'm blowing up kamikaze, i'm moving Kawasaki
In the hot seat, I'm like Rocky, tell them hoes to come and watch me
Wishy washy, bitch get off me, sticking to me like toffee
Think I'm cocky? Like tsunami, destroy yall like nagasaki
Bitches snobby, tell em top me, watch them flock to give me sloppy
All of them know I run shit 
The youngest is balling, shot calling and copping the whip
All of them know im legit 
The money an option, you watching, I spent that on kicks
Homie I smoke like a zip
The bitches be loving, and fucking, and rub on my tip
I might just bust on her tits
I might just go out my way
The pussy was good but i'm leaving today
I heard it was purring, it want me to stay
But I'm cold like a serpent, I come and I slay
If I want it I get it, I live every minute
You pay me a visit, charge you with some interest
You mess with my business, that's like its a death wish
I told you I'm next bitch, Im flexin' I feel this

I'm a
Smooth killa, feel like dilla, my diamonds be realla 
Mink chinchilla, fur pockets, black like my umbrella
Sweet vanilla, sword like zelda, smoking on gorilla
Got a militia, press the issue, think somebody miss ya
I'm a
Smooth killa, feel like dilla, my diamonds be realla 
Mink chinchilla, fur pockets, black like my umbrella
Sweet vanilla, sword like zelda, smoking on gorilla
Got a militia, press the issue, think somebody miss ya

I am the one with the thorn crown
Mo' fucker, I am a king
No searching for certain you look up not working
It rings
These voices been telling me things
They lurk through the curtains, close eyes not important
You see
This is why I don't get enough sleep 
Been tossing and turning and hurting and eerking 
For weeks
It feels like I die when I sleep
Realitys far out of reach
Got lost in a dream, see the shit that I've seen
Disturbance is urgent, seen to many thing
My minds shutting down, I've lost self esteem
The root of my pain, is burning down deep
The thoughts in my head, they always repeat
The demons are chasing, they gnaw at my feet
I'm praying to god that they do not kill me
It seems like that they aim for my head
One pull of a trigger be leaving me dead
In the heat of the moment forget what was said
Now i'm laying face down, blood stained on my bed
My body turned cold, had yet to turn old
Turned stiff like a mold, my fate was untold
You look and behold, the story unfolds
They price that you pay when you sell your soul
I did it and I paid my dues, I did lose myself and I never stayed true
I tried to escape and look for a loop, but it was too late, I now had to move
And find a new place, got played like an ace
The straws on my plate, were short its my fate
They look in my face, I acted real brave
I now have found peace, locked up in my grave

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