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Robert Ford (feat. Jak Progresso)
by L-Wave
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Check this, I'm a martyr I guess
Everything has been said, I'ma say everything that's been done again
I'm happy and don't need to vent
We're all geniuses now sharing this family tent
Evidently I love rap, but I'm mad crashed
But I've been mad at the fact I'm still making words rap
I'm petulant and childish, crying blood, smiling, depressed and violent
Somebody cue the violin
On a scale I feel screwed like I've been violent
Jump ship, if not take your pamphlet at the door and file it
Like it or like me not, love me like this now, for soon this might be pop
I blindly watch, wrote my first real rap at 13 on a table in a Chinese spot
It's not deep, I chose this side
Awoke some nights cold, sucking toxin out of cobra bites
At the pulpit lit, no pulp inside
Like I'm trying to still grab microphone with both of my hands pulverized
Robert Ford, this shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
Yo, stoner section, give your friends an invite
Lonely reckless loser, with futuristic insight
10 gram wax blunt, water bongs and about 10 pipes
Broken air conditioner, all good cause we can't vent right
Intense white powder, snow storm, it's been a tense night
Filing a line outside the club to get your head right
The difference is we line them up and chill at the crib
Paranoia, blew two last night and I'm still on the bridge
Fish scale
Blue fish
By myself
Stoop kid
Stupid
Honestly I wish the weed would get me fine
I'm not an addict for no reason, try to read between these lines
I'm freezing and the snow, has me breezing through this flow
It's that time of year again, this fucking season gotta go
Depression, it's seasonal
And I can't fucking feel my nose
I'll be back for the next track, for now I'm geeked and need to go
It's Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
Check this, I'm a martyr I guess
Everything has been said, I'ma say everything that's been done again
I'm happy and don't need to vent
We're all geniuses now sharing this family tent
Evidently I love rap, but I'm mad crashed
But I've been mad at the fact I'm still making words rap
I'm petulant and childish, crying blood, smiling, depressed and violent
Somebody cue the violin
On a scale I feel screwed like I've been violent
Jump ship, if not take your pamphlet at the door and file it
Like it or like me not, love me like this now, for soon this might be pop
I blindly watch, wrote my first real rap at 13 on a table in a Chinese spot
It's not deep, I chose this side
Awoke some nights cold, sucking toxin out of cobra bites
At the pulpit lit, no pulp inside
Like I'm trying to still grab microphone with both of my hands pulverized
Robert Ford, this shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
Yo, stoner section, give your friends an invite
Lonely reckless loser, with futuristic insight
10 gram wax blunt, water bongs and about 10 pipes
Broken air conditioner, all good cause we can't vent right
Intense white powder, snow storm, it's been a tense night
Filing a line outside the club to get your head right
The difference is we line them up and chill at the crib
Paranoia, blew two last night and I'm still on the bridge
Fish scale
Blue fish
By myself
Stoop kid
Stupid
Honestly I wish the weed would get me fine
I'm not an addict for no reason, try to read between these lines
I'm freezing and the snow, has me breezing through this flow
It's that time of year again, this fucking season gotta go
Depression, it's seasonal
And I can't fucking feel my nose
I'll be back for the next track, for now I'm geeked and need to go
It's Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
