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the spirits rise, Destroying the unwanted with her eyes. By night in the black When she did rise, Anyone in her path would die. Robert met Millicent one fine
kindred and all By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear Than to stand in a bar, of a pub
vlogs are not too squaddy But they're rich like Roddy cause they talk about me tryna box me I be playing everybody wearing suits like Robert Downey
buzz deader Robert Crumb ugly dumb image Barely sprung barely no grimace Nearly cut cherry blood's picket wrist back in high school (now it's like) Spy
in Inland Empire Look at the rabbits They're anthropomorphic Look at the sign on Mulholland Drive My raps are pre-recorded like the song by Rebekah Del
of those women in the Robert Palmer video when they’re all pretending to play instruments while he sings about being addicted to love. I used to be addicted
not fake and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take be origanal don't duplicate cause I'm 5 foot 10
Tell me, why is the Dirty Thirty Full Of Cowards? They don't talk shit, they're not really outwardly Vocal, they're angry and powered By, well who
breakup Bug dope gold nuggets Wasilla: all I saw Fairbanks: Squarebanks Valdez: Val-disease Kenny Lake: Penny Lane Anchorage: Lower 48 Palmer: Farming
Plastic paradise facade Shopping malls and soccer moms Sunset beaches on the rocks Arnold palmer add some schnapps Skater boys that know they're mad
includes Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians, and The Ray Charles Singers who were made famous by their frequent appearances on The Perry Como Show,
dinero, like Robert De Niro, I rob Berts dinero A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man
One day One day I was walking by Seattle coffee shops when I saw a guy Playing guitar, he could pick those strings I walked up to him and started
friends down Until ya family up" If I bring the fish by they cookin' It's a fish fry My friends make the fish fly but They ain't playin' Candy Crush I don't
locked in tightly Livin 'for the rush, quick on the clutch I've been low and I've been fucked up I've been rich and I've been a bum Seen it all
Ran It Up by myself had to go get a sack Niggas start shooting we had to dump back Throw it in the river forgot about that Ask where the 40 don't
and I'm shootin' like Robert Horry Catch you out, well I guess this shit finna get gory Just know that I keep three blicks inside my inventory Get out
on some fucking bum shit We're still doing fun shit Fuck that temple run shit We're not swiping up to do a jump bitch We're not writing just to get some
by myself with Dawson On the beat, we might put a Grammy On the shelf, a kid can dream Cruisin burning green I keep a backwood for the bad days Hit
Ich bin back mit der Gun unter'm Sportcoupé-Sitz Bossgenetik in der Doppelhelix Rap braucht jemand', der den Job erledigt Drive-By, zwei, drei
deal with fake hoes I said it once, I'll say it again I'm living like Robert de Niro I'm living expensive, I spent five thousand dollars Just to ice out
bums Then they all go tumbling after Robert Ford or Hercules She sit pretty as she please Tween the heroes and cowards In a fight for her love They
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