Sarob. - Desiderata. lyrics

Illin out to portishead Tortoise shell frames Top billing, props portable Chorus don't change No ceiling, dropped overhead Overheard y'all throwing curve Ain't that a pitch? ain't got the range On my paper ima type away Don't you feel some typa way? With that uptown sound like i'm jc brooks Add the goggles like i'm ac green Blue collar no a.c. + ain't see green Brew columns, bet ya bottom bouta break the scene Feeling walled in (walden), man i'm really thorough (Thoreau) Billing's all gem Man i'm still in ‘boro Shimmy in my shoulders keep the chip on my right side Sift through the strife Signs says its barbed like Streisand My tape's so p.m Ends so p.s Get no r.e.m. so it's no regrets I ain't aryan…so where's my redress? Y'all love that b.s. but don't ever wanna be us Do a dab + dip it low Catch me on the ave with that new phontigallo Coupon finesse on a futon, fixin to get my foot in Man that next step's so pivotal Oh man that next step's so pivotal Charles in the vixens, tryna fit my Dickins I ain't even listen to all them subliminals On my paper, i'ma type away Don't you feel some typa way? (x2) (aich: on my paper) No more "cool sticks"…pulling strings so acoustics I heard that i'm an a**hole, i flaunt it if the shoe fits Jamming Foo Fight Fumes funnel through the two door Crown me like a Tudor Been tryna f** my tutor Got so many lines, i'm plotting rise over run See me comin, i'd advise you to run Semi-sunni n***a swinging the semi Soon as the…down get down Tell em sh** don't offend me Took a while just To clean up on the image Throw shade like a scrim but my scathe don't scrimmage Aw raid in the rental Aw raise on the riddles All praise on the sobriquet, “the down.” don't diminish (hook)