Christopher Robbins(interlude)

Dropped outta law school To be unlawful Mamma thinks I’m awful Dad thinks I’m lost fool Irreverent to reverends But I spit the gospel Heaven sent but hell bent What’s this life cost you Said I coulda been the president But I’d rather be Pablo Coulda sent a message But I lost it in the bottle Secrets to my grave Or secrets in my grotto Road to heaven paved Or the road to El Dorado Mamma hit my phone like “be a role model” But these models... And these bottles... Know it sucks Cause they hollow But they suck... And they swallow I am so scared that I’ve run out of options I am so scared of the tablets I’m popping I am so scared that the old Chris you’ve lost him I am so scared because Christopher’s robbing Robbing You lost him Look in the mirror that’s not him Robbing You lost him Christopher Christopher’s robbing What would you do to get popping? What would you do? I think I’ve run out of options... Christopher’s through aye Daddy