Listen to Ifs, Ands, Buts (feat. Langston Bristol) by Robin Raps

Ifs, Ands, Buts (feat. Langston Bristol)

Robin Raps

Hip-Hop/Rap

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Langston Bristol
Langston Bristol
Songwriter
Grayson Pitts
Grayson Pitts
Songwriter

Lyrics

And it's like No if, ands, or asses Break more bread than ties as the time passes Lake Michigan tide better than aspirin Stepping on the side-walking by handprints Hm One day, that'll be us A half-thought, stepped-on Post-fade-of-the-buzz And Gandalf came back Cause his task wasn't done, he said Whatchu gon do? Before you ashes and dust, shit I think I'll make a Blackberry pie with the crust Watch Twin Peaks with my sister Drink coffee and such I think I'll do a show at IU at the Bluebird And fill up on the moment 'til I'm Losing my lunch No if, ands, or asses Break more bread than ties as the time passes Michigan tide better than aspirin Stepping on the side-walking by handprints No if, ands, or asses Break more bread than ties as the time passes Michigan tide better than aspirin Stepping on the side-walking by Now tell me, what would you say If I failed a tryout in Atlanta And still left Atlanta Brave If I led with candor Bought gum balls with my loose change Bleach-dyed tees and I died well when the time came If I woke up late from the time change And wrote a song that really stuck Like a rock and a hard place, cause My heart is racing and I think it's winning High five my reflection I see what the stars made No if, ands, or asses Break more bread than ties as the time passes Michigan tide better than aspirin Stepping on the side-walking by handprints No if, ands, or asses Break more bread than ties as the time passes Michigan tide better than aspirin Stepping on the side-walking by Ay, ay I need my money now No if, ands, or butts I throw it in the strip club on some strippers So I can put my hands on butts Hahaaa I'm just a young black man With a mic and a camera Life ain't picture perfect, I know But maybe this pic will go viral Remember days when me And my brother Rob would play Nintendo Little Lang in second grade Looking for ways to stay up late I'm marching to the beat of my own drum I love this tempo
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