Break Bands by T.H.E. Honoroll Lyrics
Hook
Man you know we stay blessed
Thanks for all your patience
Hoping that this makes sense
That I'm about to break bands
(X2)
Robin Hood Robin Hood!
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
Holly wood Holly wood!
Felt like a wish, now it's next door!
Tell me what's it for?
This life that we live is crazy
Help me go explore
Everything that you said was a maybe
Well...maybe so
That's how it goes
France holds my flows
So be quick with my dick comin out your nose
Cuz I'm sick of this shit comin from the rows
My wrist don't listen, bite this flow
Y'all ain't really fuckin with my prose
Need a hundid grand to feed my bros
Hook x2
Breaking it evenly, never deceivingly
Clever with levels unleavened our dough
Taking your reasoning wrecking you seasonly
Ever my bevel is sharpened with stone
Malevolent tone irrelevant foes
Eating these rappers careers like a scone
Treasuring troves of elegant clothes
Bitches and riches you acting like clones
Wishin they'd listen when I'm the phone
This is a mission that few can uphold
All this attrition that's feeding my soul
I look for fruition from spreading my toll
Mathematician I'm counting these digits
Spreading em out, clean politician
Letting all doubt, flee from the vision
Mission impossible, fuck it I'll kill it
Hook X1
Man you know we stay blessed
Thanks for all your patience
Hoping that this makes sense
That I'm about to break bands
(X2)
Robin Hood Robin Hood!
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
Holly wood Holly wood!
Felt like a wish, now it's next door!
Tell me what's it for?
This life that we live is crazy
Help me go explore
Everything that you said was a maybe
Well...maybe so
That's how it goes
France holds my flows
So be quick with my dick comin out your nose
Cuz I'm sick of this shit comin from the rows
My wrist don't listen, bite this flow
Y'all ain't really fuckin with my prose
Need a hundid grand to feed my bros
Hook x2
Breaking it evenly, never deceivingly
Clever with levels unleavened our dough
Taking your reasoning wrecking you seasonly
Ever my bevel is sharpened with stone
Malevolent tone irrelevant foes
Eating these rappers careers like a scone
Treasuring troves of elegant clothes
Bitches and riches you acting like clones
Wishin they'd listen when I'm the phone
This is a mission that few can uphold
All this attrition that's feeding my soul
I look for fruition from spreading my toll
Mathematician I'm counting these digits
Spreading em out, clean politician
Letting all doubt, flee from the vision
Mission impossible, fuck it I'll kill it
Hook X1