Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robes, artist - Madlib. Album song Piñata, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.02.2021
Record label: Madlib Invazion
Song language: English
Robes |
| They often see what we can’t see |
| Wearing a smile |
| You never ever find a frown… |
| You ain’t shit if you ain’t ever struggled |
| You gotta put in hard work before you flex your muscles |
| I see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzle |
| You ain’t gotta like my work shit, respect my hustle |
| I was a solid hearted mind before I had to grind, my swagger fine |
| I never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymes |
| Diamond in the rough, give it time, you’ll find your light and shine |
| This little light of mine, these are our highest times |
| My third eye divine, I see my skies aligned |
| I feel like one with the moon but that’s some other shit |
| I stopped caring how people see me and I’m loving it |
| But no desire for your input, I does my shit |
| Say what you want but know my ignorance is fucking bliss |
| Pardon the scents |
| Checking press releases off the beeper like a pimp |
| Smanging lever off the strength, threw his demons off the cliff |
| The scenic route below, tires screaming in the mist |
| And like the key open the door I twist |
| The weed I bought because I don’t know how to cope with shit |
| Be easy I could three hit 'em right where his shoulder sit |
| Maneuver throught the sw&like a four-wheeler |
| Hitting it quickly after a coarse greeting |
| Leave like the father I never had or a low Caesar |
| The son he had but ain’t never wanted like cold pizza |
| Skull and bones out the same closet I grow reefer |
| The team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces |
| Fuck every rapper and his entourage |
| Fuck up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguards |
| Nothin' but Cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garage |
| Make foreign bread, get some morning head on the Autobahn |
| Faces, smiling faces, they keep me motivated |
| And I got plenty fans but I ain’t shit without my haters |
| Know this pussy A&R that threw some bullshit cross the table |
| Then next year I still be rappin' and he be fired from his label |
| Damn, bitch, I’m in the mob, I always got a job |
| Breakin' down the Keisha gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quad |
| Brett Favre for the zone, five bands for the whole |
| Wrist piece solid gold, neck piece arctic froze |
| Give you the smarts and the parts and also regarding hoes |
| He chase a bitch but I was chose |
| I only think of you, on two occasions |
| That’s when I’m drunk and when I’m blazin' up |
| My Filipino bitch she fly me to LA to fuck |
| I weigh my options, I’d rather be cookin' cuttin' and weighin' up |
| Bitch, it’s Gibbs! |