Rob Roy

Rob Roy

 Jacksonville, Florida, USA
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Ex-Girlfriend

Written By: Rob Roy

Good evening to y'all that's all in my biz-nass/Ya know, the folks that kiss this ass/Of course, I hope we both get that/Cause memories be like six-packs/For instance, it was last Tuesday/Nah, it was Sunday...excuse me/I seen this shit that done threw me/Like in the sense that it moved me to shoot this to thee, on two feet/This bitch was pulling my two cheeks/Like, "You so cute, you so goo-fy" and "Boy, you flow just like News-week!"/Now hold up-- I'm from San Souci/And all of that...well, that's true...see/But really now, about you please, as in the vowel that sounds like cows moo-ing/I hope you know what you do-ing/Cause if you don't, we both screw-ing/She says, "OK, I'm computing...don't tell my boyfriend, it will confuse things"

If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night

Now back to the action, as it done hap-pened/She asked me if I had as-pirin/I had to laugh and refast-en/My pants with half an old nap-kin/To pass the silence we sat in/We both imagined us back when/The world was plucked for our grasp-ing/And who'd a thunk it go cracking, and have us pack-ing, like Mac-10s/And acting out til we back-spin/Then passing out without cap-tions/I'm having doubts that y'all catch wind/But anyhow, we out back when/The phone, it rang like who's that and/She picked it up, "It's my man" and "Hold up a second, it won't be mo' than.../Hello?  Oh, how you is ba-by?/I'm chillin' cold, ya know, gra-vy/I'm thinking though you gon' hate me, I love you so much, I'm fucking like crazy!"

If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night

The $hit

Written By: Rob Roy

I'm the $hit!

If mothafuckas don't know, then...shit/I hold my soul in close grip...and it goes--  drip, drip...drip!/  Give it a ring, give it a ring, bia-aatch!/What'd the five fingers say to the...lips?/Lick my intricate dick/I'm mister "meant-to-be-rich," and yep, it gets stiff as bricks, but no shit.../I'm on it dawg, I'm all sick/Come off it y'all, you all tits!/The problem's solved, it's all fixed, no different than split/  Shit...y'all woulda thunk I done quit one hundred percent/Flip it around, flip!/Into the crowd, feeling me now, I'm the renown...$hit

I'm the $hit!/All of my nine-inch...all of my eye squint...all of my right limp to the side like dip

I'm the $hit!

Y'all I'm all like...grits!/Dig into me, dig into me...quick!/And witness an epiphany quick, as this bit of history's yet to be script/But definitely isn't a mystery if we insist/Shit...I'm different, I'm convinced/Cause in a sense, I'm unzipped/But in-a-sense that done went like in the next chick that's next to get stripped/So it's significant in the sense(cents) I come with-- shit/Y'all woulda thunk I done flipped...well, just a lil' bit/Whip it around, whip!/Into the crowd, feeling me now, I'm the renown...$hit

I'm the $hit!/All of my nine-inch...all of my eye squint...all of my right limp to the side like dip

I'm the $hit!

I'll admit it a bit/Not to brag, but...shit/I'm passionate man, I can't sit!/Imagine the fans I'll have yet/Packing the stands with hands tipped/To smack the magic back outta the blackness as if it hasn't had travelling bags to pack kicks/Shit...I'm crafting an anthem that sticks/In fact, as it happens-- I'm it/So passengers, hands on that saddle, and lasso this shit/Shit...y'all woulda thunk I done slipped, but fuck...I'm just slick/Getting around, get!/Into the crowd, feeling me now, I'm the renown...$hit

I'm the $hit!/All of my nine-inch...all of my eye squint...all of my right limp to the side like dip

Hey Buddy

Written By: Rob Roy

Hey y'all, how ya doin'?  How ya been?/I know it's been a while, but now I'm finally at the end/Which is...really the begin--/NING(!) of a whole new trend/To my old-school friends like a tofu blend/And when I get in ya, I guess depends/On if it's intended to settle in/Or if I'm an inch from the...pistol's end/BLAOWW!  How ya like me now?/Don't pull the thang 'less you bout it, bou'/I got thangs to do like move my mouth/Take two and screw like to the house/Why tune it out?/Don't know, don't care, don't go nowhere no folks won't stare/So hold those there, don't grow so scared/Y'all funny, what we say here is--

Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy...Am I supposed to be giggling now?/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy

If you ain't know, betta ax somebody/I ain't a ho, but I have some buddies/'Sides me and my close family, so that goes for the people immediately in youth-medium tees/Pleading to please be beneath me, and needing to eat me to feed this disease, I believe/Either I'm easy, or...easy to squeeze/Jesus, at least be between the extremes/Right, y'all?/It's like, dude, I'm used to Hee-Haw/And get used to all of these broads/And we fall no matter...how tall/or how small, we all get all dawged/And all clogged, see, all is not solved/It's all cause it's all-in-all balls/So all y'all involved and all...call--

Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy...Nigga please/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy

Finally at the end...

Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy...Am I supposed to be giggling now?/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy...Oh, hell naw/Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy, Hey Buddy

Yeah, I'm afraid to giggle...Ouch

Sadly to Say

Written By: Rob Roy

Sadly to say/I maybe wasn't right...in a way/I'm mailing overnight, like today/This really far behind thing to say

I ain't made of money/I ain't made of clouds/I ain't made of nothing that isn't right now/It's crazy or something/I may be too proud/To tell that nobody is listening now

I ain't 'fraid of loving/I ain't 'fraid of you/I ain't 'fraid of nothing that isn't us two/It's crazy or something/Which must mean it's true/I must be nobody worth listening to

So sadly I must say/I'm only in the way/And lonely in my way/Guess I'm on my way

R.O.B.R.O.Y.

Written By: Rob Roy

I'm with it...no, I isn't, what is it i'm getting out?/I finna get a different opinion to give 'em out!/Oh, this is just a-bitchin'! Original livin', wow!/I'm getting in the kitchen to fix 'em a little SOUTH/How bout...y'all gon' love it!/Auf wiedersehen, we'll meet again, it's all gon' public!/Hug this...tree/Y'all all gon'...see/You're getting very sleepy-- FOLLOW ME/Mary, where we goin'? It's scary as hairy toes and.../No one seems to know when it's closing or open fo' them/Hold 'em...high as my eye can look!/Wanna look inside? Buy my book!/Take it to the hizzy, I really get busy cuh/Gimme what you got, but if not, I got plenty love/I hit you where I hit you to get you to cut a rug/But if you really into the issue, then listen up!/You don't give a whaaa...?

R.O.B.R.O.Y./Oh my! Oh, oh my!

Hey, hey y'all...I say we make a baby so we ain't make walls/They may call me crazy, but I ain't Ray Charles/Lady, lady, lady, ain't we great so far?/Do they really hate me if they say, "Hell naw?"/Hell yah! Ain't no thang like my name on draws/Paint my name in the bathroom stalls/Scream it like you mean it, like you need(knee'd) them balls/Aaaaaaaaah...SHIT!/Fuck around with me, you fucked a big brown dick!/Somethin' outta nothin', I'll expound real quick--/I'm somewhat of a someone when i pout these lips/Tip-toeing, I don't to' fah no one/I'll open up to blow wind, otherwise I'm like a showman/Oh, and most importantly, of course then/I'm a strike a toast to all my folks who know I'm STROKIN'/Y'all think i'm joking?

R.O.B.R.O.Y./Oh my! Oh, oh my!

To the bang for the buck, to the same ol' shuuh--/I'm taping 'em up and taking a brush to paste holes up/Flav of the month, I ate of enough and weighed nose-up/Somebody druggin' it, how many up in it ain't throw up?/Sick as an old pup...shake that tale!/I made my own lunch, so I might just bail/They say to grow up, but it's like, unreaaaal!/Cause no one knows much til the light grows FRAIL/Oh, hell! Like that spine/Like that cat when you pat my mind/Like that dance when it's one last...time/Or like that chance cause you have what's...mine/Sorry y'all, got flipped/Thinking 'bout thangs outta range and shit/Song's about the way that I make that hit, and it's now about to sound out my name like this!/You ain't that pissed?

R.O.B.R.O.Y./Oh my! Oh, oh my!

Alyssa

Written By: Rob Roy

Alyssa, could you be the perfect drug?/Look at me I'm eaten up, shouldn't we be meeting up?

A-lys-sa!

Okie-doe-okay/Holy hokey-pokey, don't be no mo' rays/Only "Oh me lordy, won't she show" most days/Oh, nobody told me i was slow both ways...throw me those smoked shades, slowly though-- don't play/I'm broken like a golden oldie goes no way/Oh, me...if I only sold me grown folk shame/ Mostly hoping, so be mostly almost sane...don't we almost pray? Only ghosts don't save/This ain't a "Ain't a later, later ho!"/Or "Wait up, make a place that ain't a home-base-to-go"/I say the day I know, then I know that I know...so know that I don't know mo', and it goes like so/Buttons into nothing when my toes go cold/Musta been a fuckin' fo' the oh-oh-oh/Oh no, no, no mo' slow-mo so my nose don't grow...

Alyssa, could you be the perfect drug?/Look at me I'm eaten up, shouldn't we be meeting up?

Why be "Why ask why?"/"Why be?" might be likely, like we might try "Bye"/Why deny that I'm the type to hide my lies?/Why am I alive if I'm a die nine times? Why decide I'm fine right when I find knives?/Why am I surprised that I'm behind my blinds?/My, oh my, now I know why I might sign five/I go, "I know, why don't I go buy my pride?" Why...am I my eyes? Aye, and aye-yai-yai/I'm a find a "I'm a...", I'm a now/Kinda try to hide inside my mind and ride it out/Write about it out, and how to doubt without it out/How 'bout I shout it out this mouth, loud and out down South?/Ow, I'm out of "Ow's" to ow an ow out "Oust"/I'll get out a thousand miles and I'll sound mouse/Pow-wow's out-- now, now, now's out...now then, I'll bow out...

Alyssa, could you be the perfect drug?/Look at me I'm eaten up, shouldn't we be meeting up?

A-lys-sa!

And it go-go-goes, and it go-go-goes, and it goes...

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