Rob a Zombie

Come on, 21 minutes, 21 minutes and we got this right, we gotta get this right
I am my own engineer and I still gotta kick myself out the studio
We got a line out here man, Get it right, yeah
Took a break from cooking in the lab, I gotta try these songs
Sixty seven days I'm off the weed, hold on, I might be wrong
Sixty is the real, but damn these seven days feel mighty long
Stress and agony inflame the kid, but I can't light these bongs
I'm highly drawn to newer lusts, from time to time I find me jawns
That place me on upper echelons, I might be lost
Freaky shawty bite me tongue, I need my money longer
The story of my life is quite comedic, yet it's quietly somber
This cute ass bitch just lets me eat it, cause I might be starving
The pussy tempurpedic, cause the red flags ain't alarming
We got caught, cause she left a snail trail to my apartment
If she wants it, then she wants it
I'm quite exhausted, I'm finna rob a zombie
I need these tips to be hollow, we don't need any army
Sometimes I think these angels follow the way nobody harms me
They call a kamikaze, just to sink the ship I'm on
I think they tryna jaws me
Shark tails, I'm like Oscar, don't you try to mob me
I got it on me, a pair of boxing gloves with a ring
That can leave an ugly mark b'
No soul can ever haunt me
We live in peace and rest in peace, buonanima the parted
We party till we la-di-da all into the morning
Go the fuck home please

The party never ends when I'm here
It's the real, the light like chandeliers
I'm flowing like the pier
Shoutout Santa Monica, they owe me an appearance
And lately I'm all ears
I got the world depending on my own perseverance
And that shit got me scared
Cause if I fail, I know they wouldn't care to hear it
And I asked God to take the wheel, but he told me steer it
Can't fuck with you or this or that if it ain't right within my spirit
I fly on my own, that's a lyric



Credits
Writer(s): David Avila
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