〈Verse 1〉
Hol up
I ain’t been chillin for a minute now
I been admitted, can’t resist the pain of giving out
I will be sitting out
Of any meeting ‘bout my mental health, I’m in the clouds
Chilling with all of demons, I’m never receiving the graces
I’m winning ’em now
Hitting the diner with homies, im saving the cries ’til it’s later
I’m chilling em now
Turn it around, break my legs, this ain’t a bad life
Hitting the town, save my efforts for a bad night
Microphonic monarchy monopolizing monetary
Honoring a special code of absolute debauchery
My nonsense everlasting
Stab a back and get a sense of who we is and who we playing with
You’ll end up without honor, b!
I’m on the balcony !
Convince myself of sending it
Or spitting on a track to rid the voices that are plaguing it
Same sense guilt ridden victim of insolence
Itching for an answer never itching for the pen again
〈Hook〉
We making moves with no purpose
Lost in inner manic sh#t, defensive with a burden
You ever end up on the floor sweating
Horror sets in
Grandiose deflects the pressure
More ascension more aggression
We making moves with no purpose
Lost in inner manic sh#t, defensive with a burden
The eye of the storm is the one I won’t look into
Connection with the weather never led to fixing issues
〈Verse 2: ItsDisbelief〉
Yo
Baby get out the way
Woulda gave it all for you, now I’m saving my change
{eople treating friends like stock exchange
Man, life gets messy tryna wash off stains
Yuh, yo
And I say that I respect you
Begging for eye contact, I don’t get you
I don’t get none, tryna figure it out
When all is said done win a silver amount
Put a bullet through my, skull
Cut myself, hit the dougie be like, woah
Spill my heart to you, message back like
Oh
Healous Judas sell me out for some dough
I ain’t never been the type of person perfect
Put on pedestal
Perving for a piece of person
Never wan persuade or pull
I ain’t never tried to sever head, but maybe I don’t need it
Thirsting pull on threads, birds chirping, I ain’t see it
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We making moves with no purpose
Lost in inner manic sh#t, defensive with a burden
You ever end up on the floor sweating
Horror sets in
Grandiose deflects the pressure
More ascension more aggression
We making moves with no purpose
Lost in inner manic sh#t, defensive with a burden
The eye of the storm is the one I won’t look into
Connection with the weather never led to fixing issues
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Robin’s Ghost Lyrics – No Purpose