Prophet* Buckshot (@buckeshot)
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[Intro]
Oscar
[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
[Verse]
I see recesses of your silhouette fade against
The horizons of burnin', red-rusted sunsets
Because of me, she dinin' red in her favorite dress
Left for dead, a candle burnin' up in your head
Fuck your label, ain't our offer
Throw 'em in the dump, don't even try to bother
Came a long way, just me and my brothers
Seen worse shit, yeah, we had to suffer
Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg
Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar
Fuck the police, still fuck all these coppers
Grind so hard, but I'll never stop it
24-carat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds
In my pockets, chirp, chirp
Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn
When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me
Like a motherfuckin' shrine on me, I'm dressed up in these [?]
[Intro]
Oscar
[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
[Verse]
I see recesses of your silhouette fade against
The horizons of burnin', red-rusted sunsets
Because of me, she dinin' red in her favorite dress
Left for dead, a candle burnin' up in your head
Fuck your label, ain't our offer
Throw 'em in the dump, don't even try to bother
Came a long way, just me and my brothers
Seen worse shit, yeah, we had to suffer
Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg
Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar
Fuck the police, still fuck all these coppers
Grind so hard, but I'll never stop it
24-carat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds
In my pockets, chirp, chirp
Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn
When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me
Like a motherfuckin' shrine on me, I'm dressed up in these [?]
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