Robot's Can't Drink

They wanna know the state of that union
 What we're all immune too?
 What the fuck we clapping for?
 What the fuck the shrooms do?
 Where the fuck my drink go?
 Tryna get my head clear
 Tryna figure out the path we took to just get here
 No cheers, no sounds
 Quiet while they contemplate
 Searching for the storyline tryna to finally consummate
 Or was it consummate
 Pronounce dominance
 Salute to the narrative somebody's live blogging it up
 So we in realtime status says "lovin' it"
 Til' they let that motherfucker go and cop a double clip
 And what's the reason for it?
 And is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more?
 Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault?
 Never shake and bake no lawry's no salt
 And no spice to it, I put the ice to it
 Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it
 We put our heart in, to pull the words out
 With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
 You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
 While the notes keep playing for your heroes
 Live through circuits
 Run that routine
 Find your purpose
 Tie your shoe strings
 I take solace in my looseleaf
 What's your poison
 Can it soothe me
 I stay drinking
 I am on that chevy volt cold shit
 No I'm never gassed up
 Boogaloo electric
 Never pull a fast one
 I ain't into gimmicks
 But the people want an image
 So I'm Mr. Transparent
 While the ferris wheel's spinning
 Rat race I am truant to it hollerin' Bueller
 We're just at the tailgate brought our own cooler
 Fuck that stress shit, who's got next game?
 Connect four while we run that chess game
 I'm only playing when i'm laughing with ansari
 Snapping at these fuckers tryna figure out antares
 Auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming
 Jambox jammed up (back to the laundry)
 'Cause this is real life, no frills, real pain
 Cheap vodka and a couple tanks of propane
 We need heat even if it's only Thursday
 52 weeks, 53 happy birthdays
 We put our heart in, to pull the words out
 With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
 You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
 While the notes keep playing for your heroes
 Live through circuits
 Run that routine
 Find your purpose
 Tie your shoe strings
 I take solace in my looseleaf
 What's your poison?
 Can it soothe me
 I stay drinking
 At the end of the day there are no real differences
 Tryna dodge the bitterness of that Griffin kid
 Family guy's Peter Pan they missing it
 Tryna fly high stay young Blake Griffin shit
 Business end of the stick they on that Chuck Sheen
 Hate what they've become even with the luxury
 Two and a half men, I am more like three in one
 I don't mean to brag but I feel I got the midas touch
 Golden, yes I'm feeling golden
 Tryna make those pained past days seem olden
 Throw a fucking fist up, we are never folding
 Origami mama's get they labias swollen
 I will put it on you, it will never wash off
 This ink is indeliable throw away the wash cloth
 Throw away the soap box, i be on the main stage
 Flipping the looseleaf now we're on the same page 'cause we put
 We put our heart in, to pull the words out
 With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
 You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
 While the notes keep playing for your heroes
 Live through circuits
 Run that routine
 Find your purpose
 Tie your shoe strings
 I take solace in my looseleaf
 What's your poison?
 Can it soothe me
 I stay drinking
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 Robot's pop songs. everything stop
 Robot's pop songs. everything drop
 Robot's pop songs
 Robot's pop songs
 Robot's, hey come on let's do it
 Robot's pop songs. everything stop
 Robot's pop songs. everything drop
 Robot's pop songs
 Robot's pop songs
 Robot's, pop songs everybody out
 Still killing the average, still looking for change
 Still dodging the arrows, still paving the lane
 Still drinking the poison tryna to stay sane
 Thumbs up, blue skies, green grass all day
 Sunny side it no more fuckin' hiding
 No more second fiddle shit, let em' play Biden
 We don't autopilot, never on cruise control
 We are mashing pedals in tell them fellas move along
 Tell 'em make a little room, tell 'em make a bigger room
 Tell 'em its a starter pistol, let 'em pull the trigger too
 Let 'em get their groove back tell 'em it's what Stella did
 They ain't even listening, they don't know what stellar is
 They don't know the cellar shit, they don't know the basement
 They don't know where the tascam or the tapes went
 Tell those fuckers everything, build a fucking covenant
 Show em' how you do it too, let em' know you love this shit
 We put our heart in, to pull the words out
 With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
 You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
 While the notes keep playing for your heroes
 Live through circuits
 Run that routine
 Find your purpose
 Tie your shoe strings
 I take solace in my looseleaf
 What's your poison?
 Can it soothe me
 I stay drinking