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letra de don't look down (passages) - robby atkins

[“just had your eyes open, now you gone play me”]
[“i guess you found something to gaze at. what are you looking at, child?”]
[inhale – exhale] [cough]
[inhale – exhale]
[inhale – exhale]

my lungs were lathered in loud
i was so high, my n-gg- said, “don’t look down.”
influential instrumentals must’ve made magical sounds
that hairy pot had asked me to abracadabra them sounds
alakazam ’em with some verbs and some nouns
perfect, the herbs working now
blue dream and purple worked a charm on my vowels
that’s when zeus had screamed, “release the freestyle!”
they sacrificed holy cows
the righteous words were splurging right from my mouth
impactful punchlines that were knocking ’em out
ya boy’s a true artist now
no page or pencil, i was drawing a crowd
the king of rap, my reign don’t fall from the clouds. [thunder]
opponents throw in they towels. [thunder]
i rapped for hours and sat back on the couch and fought with doubts that my big brother’d be proud

i rapped for hours and sat back on the couch and fought with doubts that my big brother’d be proud of me now
meanwhile, he’s tossing in his coffin ’cause i’m coughing ’cause i smoke too often [“right, right”]
oftentime, my bong hits are attempts to get my mind up off him [“right, right”]
hauling heavy hearts over the arches of my hardy carc-ss
hardly having heart enough for hardships, i proceed to spark it [“right, right”]
my n-gg- scooby got the push to start it
he’d park it in his driveway – we’d puff r-t-rded ’til we get lethargic

dasilva 506 the hardest
public safety caught us with the wicked ganja but we gonna puff and p-ss regardless
and after that, we’d drag our feet to montigoris market
and grab a cold deer park and…
we’ll eat some california rolled sushi after california rolled doobies smoking like inhaling was harmless [“right, right”]
i wouldn’t change a thing, my first semester will forever be flawless [“yup, yup”]
yes, it will forever be flawless
i made a million memories that the weed’ll remember to tarnish
[“just yet”] yet, we keep in mind what he taught us
don’t look down
don’t look down

[“let me explain”]

i never thought of someone brought up with me p-ssing away
and ever since my brother p-ssed, man, i been p-ssing the vape
p-ssing the j. repacking bowls, and p-ssing to jake
take gas to the face. clock in and start unpacking the freight
see, back in the day, my dad was sadly trapped in his ways
we had to escape
we left his -ss and traveled from state to state to state to state
p-ss the chesapeake bay
five kids, my nig, my mom would desperately pray
i’d definitely say no way no other effort equates my mother’s efforts into keeping us safe
so this must be a mistake
is this a dream? are we completely unscathed?
or is my brother really sleep in a case?!
that’s why i peel the thc like i’m peeling a grape
’cause just like back in the day, i feel like i have to escape
smoking a dab and an eighth
and i’m bowl packing at a ravenous rate
until i crash, i’m splashing ash in my tray
i think it happened in may
that homicide that got me snapping today
that attack that left his cap out of shape
look what it left in its wake
cole’s only straight with no chase
i’m blowing loud by the b-ss, baked, on my way out to sp-ce
basically, way out of place, placing me way out my mind
be tryna comfort my mom
but ain’t no point in me trying, she cry just from my embrace
i’m high just from my intake of green goblin
relate to these problems. you can’t, so ease off him
7000 milligrams of that pain relief ought to put manny in a coffin
all them suicidal thoughts in my head
acetaminophen drained with clean water
it’s strange, the overdose i arranged left me nauseous. that’s it! [“d-mn!”]
countless caplets and some cannabis h-ts
honestly, my nig, i shouldn’t have lived
lil bob is doing a bid
imagine what that sh-t would do to the kid
behind bars, get the news that i’m dead
’cause he probably never thought of someone brought up with him p-ssing away
and ever since my brother p-ssed, man, i been p-ssing the vape
i’m p-ssing days p-ssively writing p-ssage to page
and they just happened to be crafted like a rap in a way
i never thought of someone brought up with me p-ssing away
i never saw myself as someone who’d be p-ssing a vape
i’m p-ssing days p-ssively writing p-ssage to page
and they just happened to be crafted like a rap in a way

[“it’s robby atkins”]

- robby atkins

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