Buckshot Prophet
[Intro]
Oscar
[Chorus]
No-No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'
[Verse]
I see recesses of your silhouette fade against
The horizons of burning red-rusted sunsets
Because of me, she died in red in her favorite dress
Left for dead, a candle burnin' up in your head
Fuck your label, A&R offer
Don't hit us up, don't even try to bother
Came a long way, just me and my brothers
DIY shit, yeah, we had to suffer
Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg
Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar
Fuck the police, still f..ck all these coppers
Grind so hard, but I'll never stop it
24-karat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds
In my pockets, chirp, chirp
Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn
When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me
Like a motherfuckin' chateleine, I'm dressed up in these old antiques
[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'
[Outro]
Wrap-Wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still up and I'm still walkin'
