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Boulevards

by Steve ROBS

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Drinking a 40 reading a tweet from 40 You niggas act like you turned fucking 40 I keep it 100 you goons keep it 40 They always trying to make deals but they can’t afford me And if you a 4 B go ahead and ignore me In general people with no soul bore me And if your fake deep show Gandhi you’re praise I saw your credit score that’s the minimum wage You niggas deserve minimum praise I think it’s been winning season for a 40 days Out like a frat my bitch wants to get hazed She’s into that freak shit, your girl don’t do freak shit If you try to step into my lane I will beep quick This is winning season no time to be sick No time to cough, getting cozy in the loft I know your squad is here but you look a little lost One bad thing said about me I leave him in the whip hit the exhaust Always promoting movements no time to hit the exhaust
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QUIET ONES 02:00
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QUIET ONES 02:00
I know I use a lot of filler I don't really say a lot But the quiet ones they have way more fun But the quiet ones they have way more fun Fuck I just saw the end And tried to let it happen My mom she didn't let it happen She said only go in a timely fashion I can't even teach about what fashion Wear my feelings on my sleeve like I'm matching This dude just walked in and all the systems are crashing Act like I'm the lab but after drugs got me crashing And I take every day like you could take it away I don't know how to behave I just try and surf on a wave That the ocean told me to create Some people feel bigger with hate I just don't see how we can relate I don't talk to some I got relate to They want hand outs Well shit I just cut there hands off! And if you talk shit then use that mouth to get me off Just do your wash and learn to read Man if you don't wanna know then never plant your seed But the quiet ones they have way more fun But the quiet ones they have way more fun
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Why let the Earth win and sit around waiting to die? When you can FUCK AROUND AND GET HIGH
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Run laps 01:56
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Run laps 01:56
You grew up in hostels Your ideas are fossils I asked if you had the sauce You strung out spaghetti She take it all morning Till the evening My stinger is golden Look at me funny and I will give you a bee sting I make myself loud and clear you’re either far or near And shout out to the ones who ain’t here to drink a beer With nothing but a smile on we shed our fear Thru the track Thru the track I run laps If you track If you track I run laps And I worked my fucking ass off while you take naps In calc there is no limit so why your money got caps I talk like I am at the keyboard typing all caps She play with my balls, soccer team Then she wanna read my head, Socrates She like when I do it with an accent, overseas Now she always wanna sleep over, ovaries!
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3 AMIGOS 02:15
instrumental track
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You want a taste So you bite the hand that feeds you I’ve gone insane Let me sneak you a preview Once opaque Now I’m see through Coming for you But you got no clue No You want to run But your legs they drag They call us equal But they call you fag I’ve got the money in the brief You tell Green Day I’m a basket case Let’s waste away To a new dimension A different space You hate Mr. President, and the Army But you throw grenades I’m still a creature when the darkness fades You know Propaganda makes you think we throw parades We don’t You want a taste So you bite the hand that feeds you I’ve gone insane Let me sneak you a preview Once opaque Now I’m see through Coming for you But you have no clue No
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You want a taste So you bite the hand that feeds you I’ve gone insane Let me sneak you a preview Once opaque Now I’m see through Coming for you But you got no clue No You want to run But your legs they drag They call us equal But they call you fag I’ve got the money in the brief You tell Green Day I’m a basket case Let’s waste away To a new dimension A different space You hate Mr. President, and the Army But you throw grenades I’m still a creature when the darkness fades You know Propaganda makes you think we throw parades We don’t You want a taste So you bite the hand that feeds you I’ve gone insane Let me sneak you a preview Once opaque Now I’m see through Coming for you But you have no clue No
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afreaklikeme 02:07
You thought you please They want a freak like me This is a teaser To your nonsensical dreams People shoot the shit They say one wrong word I’ll shoot that shit But I’m a bitch I’m working like a dog So I am a bitch How come you always ask me for shit? What else you gonna suck I only got one dick Fuck corporate and cooperate With this new way of thought innovate You thought you had the ball You dropped it shit was fate To cum is the only thing I do late No need to freak Be a freak like me
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afreaklikeme 02:07
You thought you please They want a freak like me This is a teaser To your nonsensical dreams People shoot the shit They say one wrong word I’ll shoot that shit But I’m a bitch I’m working like a dog So I am a bitch How come you always ask me for shit? What else you gonna suck I only got one dick Fuck corporate and cooperate With this new way of thought innovate You thought you had the ball You dropped it shit was fate To cum is the only thing I do late No need to freak Be a freak like me
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cesspoolZ 02:19
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skit 01:44
It’s a weird sensation, coming alive Everything else dies Your fears, your worries Even your long term goals You’re just happy you have this moment And never want the moment to end I became a fighter When on the street A scumbag tried to wire Your account to places too far to swim you’d get tired When I was done with him I had guts all over my attire I could say I could give you the world But I’d be a liar We’re not sure what’s up there yet It leaves me uninspired I’d quit my job for you Or even get fired Woah She lit up Lit up the whole stage With teenage angst and rage It got brighter As the street lights dimmed
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Well, I watched you pick apart ceiling fans You never had the ability to use Never thought one could feel this way Like a drug we would abuse Drake yeah he got views But we have weapons that leave a bruise And tarnish the image of you I write on your dashboard: Can I trip with you? Concern me Drag me more Dragging on the floor She was wicked She was a whore The streets have sunken Into her core Officer, I know there is no parking after 2 am But a drunk girl wants me to come over

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Debut album by Reading independent artist Steve Robs. Thanks for your support and criticism. I put a lot of work into this concept. Enjoy

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released November 5, 2015

Sick of Winning Productions Reading, PA
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