Lil' Robbins Video (MV)

Wake up eight
Grab a bowl
Can't be late guys
I gotta roll

I gotta hang out with him
I gotta hang out with her
Squash lessons at 10
And a match a 4

Convicted Criminal
That's my line
I don't give a f*ck
And I've served my time

Payed off my debt
To my society
At the boys and girls club
With satiety

You guys think i f*ckin' play
Y'all think i don't got balls
I'll see yo f*ckin' ass
On the thirty-second floor

Trespassing was my game
That's how i got my fame
Until a Clarksville county officer asked me to state my name

Landowners beware
A rusted out Chevy suburban can only mean one thing
Henry Motherf*ckin' Robbins is already inside
What are they gonna do?

Ground team
Oh shit guys i think i see a cop
Better turn the f*ck around
Before we go and get shot (yeah)

Turn the f*ck around
Just before the top
Got my back against the door
In case they called a cop

I wanna end this type of life
It's not for me
It ain't worth the risk
Thanks for the odyssey

MG couldn't handle these f*ckin' rhymes
What makes you think you can
I'm a straight white male
My life is perfect
Word

First row at the Umphrey's concert bro
The gods came out, i almost shit a brick
They played my favorite song, our yelling did the trick
You don't wanna know what happened after Jake threw his pick

Going off the college
Almost ivy league
Seeking squash and knowledge
Despite fatigue

I could cut my luck in half, with a knife
Because it's basically as great as the tree of life

Hopefully one day i'll live in San Francisco
Work a 9 to 5, and then I'll hit the disco

Gotta pack up my room
Gotta say goodbye
Take all the Aleve
No one has to die

Take 16 Aleve a day
You'll probably be fine

15 cookies, 3 bowls of cereal, and 10 packs of gummies
In one sitting

Vineyard vines, and Patty G
From head to toe don't f*ck with me
Bags initialed, they cant get lost
Even when my sailboat is completely quashed

Hello bitch lasagna
Who the f*ck needs weed and beer to have fun