Robert Letra

Holding hands with God
And he can see through the art you make
I am really impressed

Muscles [?]
I've been gone all winter, yeah
Catch me all city [?]
We just on some dissin' shit
Seventeen marathons
We-we-we-we-we-we shit
Bet you gon' remember this
When you go and tell your kids
That's the one that Dante and your
Why-why-why-why-why-why-why-why
They never really talk
But she said he need to invoke the fifth
She done had an experience
[?] silliest
This the type of beat that make me drink a whole night
This the type of beat that make me plead the fifth
I might go risk it all
Pull up to the blacktop party wearing Vans, I'm off the wall
Burn the body with gasoline just to top it off
Shit, you better watch yourself
You is on a label now
All it means to me is all my clothes got different labels now
[?]
Got Apple money in my bank account
I heard that cash reveals the truth
Yeah well y'all can hate me now
Guerrilla war homosexual
Sex, extol the devil
Carcass of an angel

You're provoking me Robert
I want to, I want to
Be kissed, be the masochist
Be cool, be sane
Motherfucker