E-dubble - Robots Can't Drink lyrics

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E-dubble - Robots Can't Drink lyrics

[Verse 1] They want to know the state of that union What we're all immune to What the f** we clapping for? What the f** the shrooms do? Where the f** my drink go? Tryna get my head clear Tryna figure out the path we took to just get here No cheers, no sounds Quiet while they contemplate Searching for the storyline, tryna to finally consummate ...or was it consummate Pronounce dominance Salute to the narrative somebody's live blogging it up So we in realtime status says "lovin' it" 'Til they let that motherf**er go and cop a double clip And what's the reason for it? And is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more? Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault? Never Shake and Bake, no Lawry's no salt And no spice to it, I put the ice to it Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it [Hook] We put our heart in, to pull the words out With a gla** in the hand pull the nerves out You hear a pin drop, but your ears close While the notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I stay drinking [Verse 2] I am on that Chevy volt cold sh** No, I'm never ga**ed up Boogaloo electric Never pull a fast one I ain't into gimmicks But the people want an image So I'm Mr. Transparent While the ferris wheel's spinning Rat race I am truant to it... hollerin' Bueller We're just at the tailgate... brought our own cooler f** that stress sh**, who's got next game? Connect 4 while we run that chess game I'm only playing when I'm laughing with Ansari Snapping at these f**ers tryna figure out antares Auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming Jambox jammed up... back to the laundry Cause this is real life, no frills, real pain Cheap vodka and a couple tanks of propane We need heat even if it's only Thursday 52 weeks, 53 happy birthdays [Hook] We put our heart in, to pull the words out With a gla** in the hand pull the nerves out You hear a pin drop, but your ears close While the notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I stay drinking [Verse 3] At the end of the day there are no real differences Tryna dodge the bitterness of that Griffin kid Family Guy's Peter Pan they missing it Tryna fly high stay young Blake Griffin sh** Business end of the stick they on that Chuck Sheen Hate what they've become even with the luxury 2 and a Half Men, I am more like 3 in one I don't mean to brag but I feel I got the Midas touch Golden, yes I'm feeling golden Tryna make those pained past days seem olden Throw a f**ing fist up, we are never folding Origami mamas get they labias swollen I will put it on you, it will never wash off This ink is indelible throw away the wash cloth Throw away the soap box, I be on the main stage Flipping the looseleaf now we're on the same page cause we put [Hook] We put our heart in, to pull the words out With a gla** in the hand pull the nerves out You hear a pin drop, but your ears close While the notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I stay drinking [Verse 4] Still k**ing the average, still looking for change Still dodging the arrows, still paving the lane Still drinking the poison tryna to stay sane Thumbs up, blue skies, green gra** all day Sunny side it... no more f**ing hiding No more second fiddle sh**, let em' play Biden We don't autopilot, never on cruise control We are mashing pedals in tell them fellas move along Tell 'em make a little room, tell 'em make a bigger room Tell 'em its a starter pistol, let 'em pull the trigger too Let 'em get their groove back tell 'em it's what stella did They ain't even listening, they don't know what stellar is They don't know the cellar sh**, they don't know the basement They don't know where the Tascam or the tapes went Tell those f**ers everything, build a f**ing covenant Show 'em how you do it too, let 'em know you love this sh** And why you f**ing...