HOOK 1

Robot

*Remiss

The times i wasn’t him

*this life, fuck it

I don’t want none this shit

Room temp, loose cigs, who fetch, you bitch, who’d guess, you miss

*The point of the story

*lose hope conforming

Cuz of this

Robot

*Remiss

The times i wasn’t him

*this life, fuck it

I don’t want none of this shit

Room temp, loose cigs, who fetch, you bitch, who’d guess, you miss

*The point of the story

*lose hope conforming

VERSE 1

Yuh

I’m a man of the people, fan of the fish, come crash into evil, grabbin the fifth

*pass it on back, let the hash unlift

*crabs in the patch, don’t grasp my dick, i ran to the street, then wobbled off it

*hopped in the house just to lеase my wit

*breathe my brеathe

*heed my steeps

*leap on frogs, i lost my arms, ima crawl off raw, makin stops at peets

*rap in the booth like i run with cleats

*havin some fun in the sun with cheese

*wreckin my mind, ima step behind, witha fleece on tight, ima creep in the night, like i’m needin a sprite

*killin my time with a miller thats light, ima kick it on back with the micky on ice

*make me smile, my teeth so bright

*lean on in, my breathe so ripe

*try to lie but can't make words

This piece of the pie was too absurd

*mask in my room with the phantoms in check, ima leta bitch know that the flow so fresh

*fixin a cone gonna bone in that dress, turna miss to a hoe, with a wink n a check

*leave me at home, ima treat you the best

To each his own, but my feast the best

*king of the throne, weasley with the chess

I’ma reach in the bowl, burnt green in my chest

*smoke screen, low key, breathin the cess

*lonely, mostly, only from stress

This an ocean, a test, but i’m hopin the best

*float and finesse, im dead

*Just cuz of this

HOOK 2

Robot

*Remiss

The times i wasn’t him

*this life, fuck it

I don’t want none this shit

Room temp, loose cigs, who fetch, you bitch, who’d guess, you miss

*The point of the story

*lose hope conforming

Cuz of this

Robot

*Remiss

The times i wasn’t him

*this life, fuck it

I don’t want none of this shit

Room temp, loose cigs, who fetch, you bitch, who’d guess, you miss

*The point of the story

*lose hope conforming