Robert Martino - For Fun lyrics

[Intro: sampled] Eyy, Just Breathe x3 [Verse 1: Robert Martino] See I'm skating through life Eggs over easy, keep it tight Drinking vodka and some scotch Two gla**es over with the ice And I put that sh** on fire As I'm tossing a ball Yeah I'm tripping on the court Now were running into walls Then I go and stall cause I can't hit the three Because I'm just a short kid training back in saffron city I'm looking at 10 year old me, like that sh** was a dream Always running round the world with pikachu and the team But see PHYSC, see Yeah, I never became a master The only thing I've ever mastered is how get plastered And look I'm a basterd, always rhyming about her Acting like I'm a not an a**, you know its just to rea**ure That deep down I'm really good, rapping in my hood Rocking top shelf brands just because you know I could Acting hyper, with my sniper, L11, when I find her Got you crying in diapers Got you crying from spiders Placing fear in your eyes, like this sh** was ghost rider And you know I had to brag because this sh** is like cider It's so cold, and so smooth, it flys down like a glider And hey on that note, ahem, your girls who I desire You I had to go there, up in hair I was tryna not to stare, had me hooked, when I was there She ripped off all my clothes and had me opened up like a book Then thats when we shut the door, and the whole room shook Like, Breathe [Verse 2: Robert Martino] See I'm tryna gain respect But I'm being throw down Hands tied behind my back I don't even make a sound There holding me up with a knife to my neck Thinking how the we get him to cut us in on a check And see I don't ball, and I don't free throw But I'm young and hungry like davis, Still gotta eat tho Still need the cheat codes, Still rocking street clothes Sorry I don't rap about pushing a f**ing kilo Look, see, I keep it real I keep it tens and twenties While you tryna seal the deal I rap about my childhood The things that probably could Not the things I should of done while I hiding under my hood, damn [Verse 3: Robert Martino] Yeah whats up, I'm saying like whats up Grey sweats like hey I'm filling up my red cup Were sitting back in the room, chasing luxurious dreams They told me not to obsess, but I'm sick of average things And I can't help but call, See Im chasing my dreams Mom told that this life, Is never as it seems And I really don't know see whatever that means Im just an artist, Who started, Early twenties late teens Im just wearing my nikes, fitted polo, white shirt Dreaming about the all days, when my music is the work Doing dumb sh** at target, throwing tape at a desk Together we have an excuse to get that sh** off our chest Eyy, Just Breathe x3