Christopher Robbins(interlude)

Dropped outta law school

To be unlawful

Mamma thinks I’m awful

Dad thinks I’m lost fool

Irreverent to reverends

But I spit the gospel

Heaven sent but hell bent

What’s this life cost you

Said I coulda been the president

But I’d rather be Pablo

Coulda sent a message

But I lost it in the bottle

Secrets to my grave

Or secrets in my grotto

Road to heaven paved

Or the road to El Dorado

Mamma hit my phone like “be a role model”

But these models...

And these bottles...

Know it sucks

Cause they hollow

But they suck...

And they swallow

I am so scared that I’ve run out of options

I am so scared of the tablets I’m popping

I am so scared that the old Chris you’ve lost him

I am so scared because Christopher’s robbing

Robbing

You lost him

Look in the mirror that’s not him

Robbing

You lost him

Christopher Christopher’s robbing

What would you do to get popping?

What would you do?

I think I’ve run out of options...

Christopher’s through aye

Daddy