Testo Indistinct - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Indistinct (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Tha City
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like you before
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like
New hoes all got old, old hoes all like the new me
Pocket full of money, no remorse for these spare change niggas
I'm too committed, straight drop
A divorce couldn't untie these True Religion knots
Funny the nigga selling dreams the only one that can't sleep
Xan with that lean don't always do the trick, bitch
They don't believe that I'm magic
Birds don't come flying out my hat
But you still pay for me to cut you in half
Sharks in the pool like a sauna
Things come in waves like tsunamis
Forecast like script so you can keep bagging it, bitch
Before I see you and we line it up
Somebody tell me what's what
I know one thing, I don't want half
A part of your internet famous circle
I'd rather be a point seven nigga and work my way to a circle
Put the squeeze on your little circle of squares till it's an oval
Juice got a plate like a barbecue
The first to emerge with the trees like the Senju
Model bitch tall as a female titan
Ain't got nothing in common with me but pussy
No rubber dick like the Tet saga
Do more damage when it come outside of the sheet
Who, me? Young Savage, fuck a nigga bitch
Nine Inch Nails, ten inch dick
Fans start to lose interest when you drop all the gimmicks
Remember having them dirty ass Vans and a thirty dollar shirt
Went around the world, got a little
Show money so a nigga bought some Gucci
And them old fans saying I'm fake and that I changed
How you gon' get mad cause I'm showing
Y'all what you don't got, you can't have
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like you before
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like
I need a hot girl that say this money come first
Come shop, got work but don't sell no dresses or no skirts
Just the first thing that comes to mind
And keep it to yourself if your ass mine
Cause I ain't make this for no fans, I hope y'all hate this shit
Cause if somebody call me Rob, I know she hate that shit
Ayy, two months ago on the 24th, only three people blew me up
Forgot my own birthday, then I realized that you wasn't one of them
Ayy, too busy to get in your business
Too fucked up to fuck your bitch
When I get like this, when did you say enough?
What happened to us these days?
I fall asleep in my chair dreaming 'bout when we couldn't wait
To make it to the bed, Ying Yang Twins, Blasian Beach
From the window to the wall, my puzzle ain't got enough room
And it went through me
Let me tell you a little secret while you mix this
You see, honestly, love and hip hop don't mix
That fake smile ain't just for me
Mean niggas get pissed when they picture me with they bitch
Caught the bae slipping, like I Instagrammed the shit
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like you before
You've got blue eyes, you've got green eyes
You've got gray eyes and I've never seen anyone quite like
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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