Peter Rosenberg - Rosie at Rubber Tracks lyrics

Featuring PRO ERA Prod by Oddisee (Verse) It’s all illusions, big scare cruising Fix reality shrouded from governmental pollution I ain’t a saint, the holy ghost appeared in my hall and rebuked it It’s the era of indigo and they go with the preachin' I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish Cause I notice I’m slowly becoming way more imbalanced A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice Solid gold engine coming back to burn on this Babylon As told in the tales, these flows you could sells Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales (Verse) ‘Cause I’m a socialite in the night, b**h get right enable I’m boxin yo dorm, Put my Nikes on the coffee table sponsored links My tongue’s bellow her navel, she makes it where her sk**s enable Seals my hands on her extremities, we’re choppin up these remedies Came in-between her and I We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations? I think not cause all I do is smoke pot And make beats, and yo a** just want back shots (Verse) Smoker’s club, Michael Jordan how I’m k**in' 4 quarters Get stashed in the trash, hold up Yo girl startin to bath water, it’s dirty And that’s not an introduction, it’s nutchin Dirt on my shoulders, black Hova My n***as turn boulders soft, that’s the sh** that me and Jovic saw uh And I was like pro in stores All my n***as opening doors, All my b**h is brawless, flawless more or less Matter towards the key, more action less weekend Everybody wants a piece, Peace. Check Peace Yo (Verse) When I release the flows I goes over yo dome far The n***a to represent the warrior, we hold bars I shine further, you sons get in the bogard You gotta pick yo road, give it a go, peep the point guard Better with the regis my mind, they manifestin Beast coast, yea we the pros, you don’t wanna mess with We leave you breathless, don’t second guess the best who blessed it Less than yo adolescence when I speak my progression Bring it down baby Bring it down baby, uh (Verse) This is what I asked for, asked for Chillin in my back door, back off, mine tweakin on bath salts Confuse my intelligence, maybe I’m irrelevant So eloquent, being riders with a elephant The higher rank tryna pull a trunk off When I try and do the things, I deserve all respect Interest in my amount, but to any amount To any account, probably I could surmount I can see it through the pyramids I can see it through the pyramids I can see it through the pyramids I must admit, I must admit (Verse) The mental state with a n***a, I was pitchin for grafe Following with sketches, never scheduled for break But still I’m brace up, I'll put yo neck in a brace Regular days which they getting paid regular Respectin the Era where the Era’s been ascendin up Got foreign model fan that’s always sendin us love And ex girls that I loved, I now have felt with a glove And stay deeper, but still heading above ‘Cause Mr. Heinz always gotta float to let the people know that n***a head is above Regular sea height, cause they 3rd eye never seen high Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me shine to shine for these nights Came with the free ice to bag bodies on the beat sipes Bring it down baby Bring it down baby, uh (Verse) Lookin for who’s in charge, don’t be shocked, I’m the plug Get inside like the socket, the surgeon, the sergeant Energy – I put all in I’m learnin' to flaw things In the storm you stand out, you can struck and stand up I know how to conduct, feelings electric Well we’re connected, your bu*tons are pressin Can test the reception, I sent you a message Let me know if you get this a question (Verse) Seen it all in the retrospective, retro steps Like it’s ’93 still, got ’93 til might sk**s Even got the echo check Like for real there no testin, my job is not some tribe called questions My professions are not no seconds To know veterans in they minutes of fame I’m a menace, insane, minister brain as I diminish the flame Make it rain, she in pain, til' it falls down the drain (Verse) Got my head up in my dreams Everything aint what it be seemin' Don’t blame me girl, blame my semen You got good genes so you’re in scenes made seemless And off top you’re a genius We took a hit all for the green is Now she have more fear on the atmosphere but only to Venus Break her body to the genius if she leavin She didn’t get to pick and now I see Sophia She get it’s on, so high but neither of us Sophia got a apple bum Sophia got a apple bum I’m thinkin I should take it home What you sayin?