Give It Here by Robert Louis Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robert Louis]
Give me a pen so I can do my work
Prove my worth, sweet sounding – no dessert
Just a concert, come through I’d love to speak to you
It’s fun too I’ll put you in a good mood that’s the truth
No booth yet, but we bought a roof
Still Cross country pics of her bare chest
That’s all it is, sex through texts
No real satisfaction just fake reactions and a lie
About how I’m jacking, no lie
That’s a tight fit bow tie even for a French fry
We should spend time, the chile to your lime
It’s perfect, let me spice up your life
Or we could dim the lights, but don’t call the night
Baby I got full balls, I need to withdraw
I’m confident so I start making calls Just blow it –
Give it to me like the Seahawks I’m the locksmith
Pussy on lock miss I’m harder than an Onyx
So get on it, ride me like you promised
Yeah she loves my sonnets and all the ways that I flaunt ‘em
But at the start of autumn shoulda seen how I got ‘em
I’m something of a new twist, like Robin
But the name is Robert you say it I rock it
Speak fire try to top it Id be more attentive
Had she been topless Real talk, I hate that I’m honest
[Hook: Robert Louis]
Give it to me right now
Cuz if you ever wondered how I shut it down
You’re about to find out
Yeah You're about to find out
So Give it to me I ain’t fucking around
Give it to me now, Right now!
You Try to hold me back
But I can take it anyways
Can't you see I'm Writing for the better days
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Give me a pen putting in work here
Trying to make it my career in the city of demons
These kids are never sleeping they just party then they sleep in
That’s the pool of stars well push me in the deep end
Sails high, no sinking, rarely drinking
She dropped the news now hes barely breathing
Bitches cheating hoes give it up, enough is enough
Change the sequence or even better give me a reason
They love treason fucking jocks on the weekend
Man’s home, that’s why they call it creepin’
Tick tock, hey where you at babe
I ain’t mad, I miss you and its getting late
Nah! Listen up, chin high, get tough
To manyFish tacos to be giving a fuck, no time for sluts
Cheaters never win, so begin again, go with your friends
Reel em’ in, fuck playing victim, Overlooked but
Now you’ll miss him, sit at home alone wishin
Too late women Rob is on his mission
Don’t confuse with Mormons, I don’t read books
Because to me its boring, I tell my own stories
Look who found himself a pot to piss in
Just My own voice, no blind audition
Not submissive shit Lebron is my witness
I’m going hard for my siblings and the public interest
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Robert Louis]
Pen please or I’ll leave you on your knees
Im Here to cleanse, mixtape retreat
Or is it rehab, I know you’ve been dad
They probably paid and all you cherished was the fade
The feeling of your problems going away
I'm here to tell you, I’m here to stay On any
Mutha fucking day I’m still your son You’ll be here
By the time this schools’ my kingdom Yeah Imma bring some
Sweep the bull shit up under the rug
Then throw it away, you need to stop thuggin
Let me tell you something, I got you
The grind I’m on is gunna be long
But Imma move along while people move to the song
This is for y’all too, if you have to move on
The road is long, save up for some wheels then
Take a hit, then tell ‘em how real feel
My pen made a mess, its still ill don’t be fooled it kills
Fools knows I’m skilled, cooks know I grill
A fat motherfucker can’t handle M.E.A.L
MY EXTRA AWESOME LINE, press rewind
Shut your eyes if you can't the shine
Started acting Childish all because I saw him live
But that night, top 5 of my life
Baby Imma get it right, even if the pussy tight
Fuck the competition, Imma go the distance
Yeah!Imma go the distance, give me a pen!
And You can use yours to fucking put me on your wishlist...
Little bitches
Give me a pen so I can do my work
Prove my worth, sweet sounding – no dessert
Just a concert, come through I’d love to speak to you
It’s fun too I’ll put you in a good mood that’s the truth
No booth yet, but we bought a roof
Still Cross country pics of her bare chest
That’s all it is, sex through texts
No real satisfaction just fake reactions and a lie
About how I’m jacking, no lie
That’s a tight fit bow tie even for a French fry
We should spend time, the chile to your lime
It’s perfect, let me spice up your life
Or we could dim the lights, but don’t call the night
Baby I got full balls, I need to withdraw
I’m confident so I start making calls Just blow it –
Give it to me like the Seahawks I’m the locksmith
Pussy on lock miss I’m harder than an Onyx
So get on it, ride me like you promised
Yeah she loves my sonnets and all the ways that I flaunt ‘em
But at the start of autumn shoulda seen how I got ‘em
I’m something of a new twist, like Robin
But the name is Robert you say it I rock it
Speak fire try to top it Id be more attentive
Had she been topless Real talk, I hate that I’m honest
[Hook: Robert Louis]
Give it to me right now
Cuz if you ever wondered how I shut it down
You’re about to find out
Yeah You're about to find out
So Give it to me I ain’t fucking around
Give it to me now, Right now!
You Try to hold me back
But I can take it anyways
Can't you see I'm Writing for the better days
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Give me a pen putting in work here
Trying to make it my career in the city of demons
These kids are never sleeping they just party then they sleep in
That’s the pool of stars well push me in the deep end
Sails high, no sinking, rarely drinking
She dropped the news now hes barely breathing
Bitches cheating hoes give it up, enough is enough
Change the sequence or even better give me a reason
They love treason fucking jocks on the weekend
Man’s home, that’s why they call it creepin’
Tick tock, hey where you at babe
I ain’t mad, I miss you and its getting late
Nah! Listen up, chin high, get tough
To manyFish tacos to be giving a fuck, no time for sluts
Cheaters never win, so begin again, go with your friends
Reel em’ in, fuck playing victim, Overlooked but
Now you’ll miss him, sit at home alone wishin
Too late women Rob is on his mission
Don’t confuse with Mormons, I don’t read books
Because to me its boring, I tell my own stories
Look who found himself a pot to piss in
Just My own voice, no blind audition
Not submissive shit Lebron is my witness
I’m going hard for my siblings and the public interest
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Robert Louis]
Pen please or I’ll leave you on your knees
Im Here to cleanse, mixtape retreat
Or is it rehab, I know you’ve been dad
They probably paid and all you cherished was the fade
The feeling of your problems going away
I'm here to tell you, I’m here to stay On any
Mutha fucking day I’m still your son You’ll be here
By the time this schools’ my kingdom Yeah Imma bring some
Sweep the bull shit up under the rug
Then throw it away, you need to stop thuggin
Let me tell you something, I got you
The grind I’m on is gunna be long
But Imma move along while people move to the song
This is for y’all too, if you have to move on
The road is long, save up for some wheels then
Take a hit, then tell ‘em how real feel
My pen made a mess, its still ill don’t be fooled it kills
Fools knows I’m skilled, cooks know I grill
A fat motherfucker can’t handle M.E.A.L
MY EXTRA AWESOME LINE, press rewind
Shut your eyes if you can't the shine
Started acting Childish all because I saw him live
But that night, top 5 of my life
Baby Imma get it right, even if the pussy tight
Fuck the competition, Imma go the distance
Yeah!Imma go the distance, give me a pen!
And You can use yours to fucking put me on your wishlist...
Little bitches