Robert

You're provoking me Robert I want to be your play mate I want my own portrait Holding hands with God And he can see through the art you make I am really impressed I've been gone all winter, yeah Catch me all city, posted in that same- (yeah) Y'all can keep the Twitter shit We just on some different 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 see him between fourth and fifth She had math next period Wait, hold up, no, I'm serious This the type of beat that make me drink a whole, nah 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 some gasoline just to top it off Shit, you better watch yourself Y'all is on a label now All it means to me is all my clothes got different labels now Problem solved so make it out Got Apple money in my bank account I heard that cash reveals the true you Yeah well y'all can hate me now Guerrilla war homosexual Sex extolled the devil Carcass of an angel You're provoking me Robert I want to, I want to Be the bitch, be the masochist Be a cool, extreme Motherfucker Motherfucker