Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robespierre, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Robespierre |
I am who I pretend to be |
Here and now there’s no rememberin' |
But you niggas gonna remember me |
Even if it’s burnin' in effigy |
I am who I pretend to be |
Here and now there’s no rememberin' |
But you niggas gonna remember me |
Even if it’s burnin' in effigy |
Pulled out the womb under blood moon |
Everything to follow is assumed |
Medicine measured in bitter spoons |
Former presidents exhumed |
New king built his own tomb |
Certain doom |
Bleeding out offscreen the villain’s goons |
Dying alone in Death Star utility room |
Humming a tune |
It’s only one way out the saloon |
Gather the baboons |
Toweled door of midtown hotel cocooned |
‘06 sex like incense purple her perfume |
Called down pushed checkout to noon |
Pepe Le Pew Skunk #1 stunk |
Showered with the blunt You only live once |
A thousand deaths beat em to the punch |
She went in his phone, mostly off a hunch |
I am who I pretend to be |
Here and now there’s no rememberin' |
But you niggas gonna remember me |
Even if it’s burnin' in effigy |
I am who I pretend to be |
Here and now there’s no rememberin' |
But you niggas gonna remember me |
Even if it’s burnin' in effigy |
Broke down side of Mutare Road |
Sun sliding down slow |
I assumed there was nothing dad didn’t know |
Til the light got real low |
Night fell/ You should see my light bill |
Biggest house on the biggest hill |
Bristling Brutalist atop a landfill |
Part of him still in the hole at Fishkill |
Crusaders come home on they shields |
Redolent of sweet poppy fields |
Popping pain pills |
Watching that high school highlight reel |
I am not who I pretend to be |
Here and now no dissemblin' |
You prolly won’t remember me |
Not less I’m burnin' in effigy |
I am not who I pretend to be |
Here and now no dissemblin' |
You prolly won’t remember me |
Not less I’m burnin' in effigy |
Memory |
Memory |
Memory |
And I swear that I don’t have a gun |
No I don’t have a gun |
No I don’t have a gun |
Memory |
Memory |
Memory |
And I don’t have a gun |