J-Star Beats - Give It Here (Prod. J-Star Beats) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robert Louis] Give me a pen so I can do my work Prove my worth, sweet sounding – no dessert Just a concert, come through I'd love to speak to you It's fun too I'll put you in a good mood that's the truth No booth yet, but we bought a roof Still Cross country pics of her bare chest That's all it is, s** through texts No real satisfaction just fake reactions and a lie About how I'm jacking, no lie That's a tight fit bow tie even for a French fry We should spend time, the chile to your lime It's perfect, let me spice up your life Or we could dim the lights, but don't call the night Baby I got full balls, I need to withdraw I'm confident so I start making calls Just blow it – Give it to me like the Seahawks I'm the locksmith p**y on lock miss I'm harder than an Onyx So get on it, ride me like you promised Yeah she loves my sonnets and all the ways that I flaunt ‘em But at the start of autumn shoulda seen how I got ‘em I'm something of a new twist, like Robin But the name is Robert you say it I rock it Speak fire try to top it Id be more attentive Had she been topless Real talk, I hate that I'm honest [Hook: Robert Louis] Give it to me right now Cuz if you ever wondered how I shut it down You're about to find out Yeah You're about to find out So Give it to me I ain't f**ing around Give it to me now, Right now! You Try to hold me back But I can take it anyways Can't you see I'm Writing for the better days [Verse 2: Robert Louis] Give me a pen putting in work here Trying to make it my career in the city of demons These kids are never sleeping they just party then they sleep in That's the pool of stars well push me in the deep end Sails high, no sinking, rarely drinking She dropped the news now hes barely breathing b**hes cheating hoes give it up, enough is enough Change the sequence or even better give me a reason They love treason f**ing jocks on the weekend Man's home, that's why they call it creepin' Tick tock, hey where you at babe I ain't mad, I miss you and its getting late Nah! Listen up, chin high, get tough To manyFish tacos to be giving a f**, no time for s*uts Cheaters never win, so begin again, go with your friends Reel em' in, f** playing victim, Overlooked but Now you'll miss him, sit at home alone wishin Too late women Rob is on his mission Don't confuse with Mormons, I don't read books Because to me its boring, I tell my own stories Look who found himself a pot to piss in Just My own voice, no blind audition Not submissive sh** Lebron is my witness I'm going hard for my siblings and the public interest [Hook] [Verse 3: Robert Louis] Pen please or I'll leave you on your knees Im Here to cleanse, mixtape retreat Or is it rehab, I know you've been dad They probably paid and all you cherished was the fade The feeling of your problems going away I'm here to tell you, I'm here to stay On any Mutha f**ing day I'm still your son You'll be here By the time this schools' my kingdom Yeah Imma bring some Sweep the bull sh** up under the rug Then throw it away, you need to stop thuggin Let me tell you something, I got you The grind I'm on is gunna be long But Imma move along while people move to the song This is for y'all too, if you have to move on The road is long, save up for some wheels then Take a hit, then tell ‘em how real feel My pen made a mess, its still ill don't be fooled it k**s Fools knows I'm sk**ed, cooks know I grill A fat motherf**er can't handle M.E.A.L MY EXTRA AWESOME LINE, press rewind Shut your eyes if you can't the shine Started acting Childish all because I saw him live But that night, top 5 of my life Baby Imma get it right, even if the p**y tight f** the competition, Imma go the distance Yeah!Imma go the distance, give me a pen! And You can use yours to f**ing put me on your wishlist... Little b**hes