Wicked City cover

Robert Paroles

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Album Wicked City

Paroles de Robert

You're provoking me Robert
I want to be your play mate
I want my own portrait

Holding hands with God
And he can see through the art you make
I am really impressed

Muscles [?]
I've been gone all winter, yeah
Catch me all city [?]
We just on some dissin' shit
Seventeen marathons
We-we-we-we-we-we shit
Bet you gon' remember this
When you go and tell your kids
That's the one that Dante and your
Why-why-why-why-why-why-why-why
They never really talk
But she said he need to invoke the fifth
She done had an experience
[?] silliest
This the type of beat that make me drink a whole night
This the type of beat that make me plead the fifth
I might go risk it all
Pull up to the blacktop party wearing Vans, I'm off the wall [?]
Got Apple money in my bank account
I heard that cash reveals the truth
Yeah well y'all can hate me now
Guerrilla war homosexual
Sex, extol the devil
Carcass of an angel

You're provoking me Robert
I want to, I want to
Be kissed, be the masochist
Be cool, be sane
Motherfucker