E-Dubble - Robots Can't Drink lyrics
[E-Dubble - Robots Can't Drink lyrics]
They want to know the state of that union
What we're all immune to
What the fuck we clapping for?
What the fuck the shrooms do?
Where the fuck 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 motherfucker 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
I am on that Chevy volt cold shit
No, I'm never gassed 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
Fuck that stress shit, 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 fuckers 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
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 shit
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 fucking 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
Still killing 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 grass all day
Sunny side it no more fucking hiding
No more second fiddle shit
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 it's 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 shit
They don't know the basement
They don't know where the Tascam
Or the tapes went
Tell those fuckers everything
Build a fucking covenant
Show 'em how you do it too
Let 'em know you love this shit
And why you fucking
What we're all immune to
What the fuck we clapping for?
What the fuck the shrooms do?
Where the fuck 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 motherfucker 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
I am on that Chevy volt cold shit
No, I'm never gassed 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
Fuck that stress shit, 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 fuckers 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
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 shit
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 fucking 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
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass 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 circuit's 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
Still killing 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 grass all day
Sunny side it no more fucking hiding
No more second fiddle shit
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 it's 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 shit
They don't know the basement
They don't know where the Tascam
Or the tapes went
Tell those fuckers everything
Build a fucking covenant
Show 'em how you do it too
Let 'em know you love this shit
And why you fucking
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