Robert Ford (feat. Jak Progresso)

Check this, I'm a martyr I guess Everything has been said, I'ma say everything that's been done again I'm happy and don't need to vent We're all geniuses now sharing this family tent Evidently I love rap, but I'm mad crashed But I've been mad at the fact I'm still making words rap I'm petulant and childish, crying blood, smiling, depressed and violent Somebody cue the violin On a scale I feel screwed like I've been violent Jump ship, if not take your pamphlet at the door and file it Like it or like me not, love me like this now, for soon this might be pop I blindly watch, wrote my first real rap at 13 on a table in a Chinese spot It's not deep, I chose this side Awoke some nights cold, sucking toxin out of cobra bites At the pulpit lit, no pulp inside Like I'm trying to still grab microphone with both of my hands pulverized Robert Ford, this shit Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford This shit Robert Ford It's Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford This shit Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford Yo, stoner section, give your friends an invite Lonely reckless loser, with futuristic insight 10 gram wax blunt, water bongs and about 10 pipes Broken air conditioner, all good cause we can't vent right Intense white powder, snow storm, it's been a tense night Filing a line outside the club to get your head right The difference is we line them up and chill at the crib Paranoia, blew two last night and I'm still on the bridge Fish scale Blue fish By myself Stoop kid Stupid Honestly I wish the weed would get me fine I'm not an addict for no reason, try to read between these lines I'm freezing and the snow, has me breezing through this flow It's that time of year again, this fucking season gotta go Depression, it's seasonal And I can't fucking feel my nose I'll be back for the next track, for now I'm geeked and need to go It's Robert Ford This shit Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford This shit Robert Ford It's Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford This shit Robert Ford It's getting Robert Ford