Robert

You're provoking me Robert
 I want to be your play mate
 I want my own portrait
 Holding hands with God
 And he can see through the art you make
 I am really impressed
 I've been gone all winter, yeah
 Catch me all city, posted in that same- (yeah)
 Y'all can keep the Twitter shit
 We just on some different shit
 Seventeen marathons
 We-we-we-we-we-we shit
 Bet you gon' remember this
 When you go and tell your kids
 That's the one that Dante and your
 Why-why-why-why-why-why-why-why
 They never really talk
 But she see him between fourth and fifth
 She had math next period
 Wait, hold up, no, I'm serious
 This the type of beat that make me drink a whole, nah
 This the type of beat that make me plead the fifth
 I might go risk it all
 Pull up to the blacktop party wearing Vans, I'm off the wall
 Burn the body with some gasoline just to top it off
 Shit, you better watch yourself
 Y'all is on a label now
 All it means to me is all my clothes got different labels now
 Problem solved so make it out
 Got Apple money in my bank account
 I heard that cash reveals the true you
 Yeah well y'all can hate me now
 Guerrilla war homosexual
 Sex extolled the devil
 Carcass of an angel
 You're provoking me Robert
 I want to, I want to
 Be the bitch, be the masochist
 Be a cool, extreme
 Motherfucker
 Motherfucker