Desiderata.

By Sarob.

Released on April 14, 2015

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Illin out to portishead

Tortoise shell frames

Top billing, props portable

Chorus don't change

No ceiling, dropped overhead

Overheard y'all throwing curve

Ain't that a pitch? ain't got the range

On my paper ima type away

Don't you feel some typa way?

With that uptown sound like i'm jc brooks

Add the goggles like i'm ac green

Blue collar no a.c. + ain't see green

Brew columns, bet ya bottom bouta break the scene

Feeling walled in (walden), man i'm really thorough (Thoreau)

Billing's all gem

Man i'm still in ‘boro

Shimmy in my shoulders keep the chip on my right side

Sift through the strife

Signs says its barbed like Streisand

My tape's so p.m

Ends so p.s

Get no r.e.m. so it's no regrets

I ain't aryan…so where's my redress?

Y'all love that b.s. but don't ever wanna be us

Do a dab + dip it low

Catch me on the ave with that new phontigallo

Coupon finesse on a futon, fixin to get my foot in

Man that next step’s so pivotal

Oh man that next step’s so pivotal

Charles in the vixens, tryna fit my Dickins

I ain't even listen to all them subliminals

On my paper, i'ma type away

Don’t you feel some typa way?

(x2)

(aich: on my paper)

No more "cool sticks"…pulling strings so acoustics

I heard that i'm an asshole, i flaunt it if the shoe fits

Jamming Foo Fight

Fumes funnel through the two door

Crown me like a Tudor

Been tryna fuck my tutor

Got so many lines, i'm plotting rise over run

See me comin, i'd advise you to run

Semi-sunni nigga swinging the semi

Soon as the…down get down

Tell em shit don’t offend me

Took a while just

To clean up on the image

Throw shade like a scrim but my scathe don't scrimmage

Aw raid in the rental

Aw raise on the riddles

All praise on the sobriquet, “the down.” don't diminish

(hook)