Oscar

No-No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'

I see recesses of your silhouette fade against

The horizons of burning red-rusted sunsets

Because of me, she died in red in her favorite dress

Left for dead, a candle burnin' up in your head

Fuck your label, A&R offer

Don't hit us up, don't even try to bother

Came a long way, just me and my brothers

DIY shit, yeah, we had to suffer

Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg

Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar

Fuck the police, still fuck all these coppers

Grind so hard, but I'll never stop it

24-karat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds

In my pockets, chirp, chirp

Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn

When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me

Like a motherfuckin' chateleine, I'm dressed up in these old antiques

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket

No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robins

I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'

Wrap-Wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'