Robert Louis - Burn Em On My Birthday (Prod. Gary Holloman) lyrics

[Verse: Robert Louis] I don't recommend you eye me up and down You won't figure me out, Listen to my thoughts I act like a child say whats on my mind Put a price on my grind - 'a million bucks' Ain't enough - 'tough luck, you don't have sh** yet' Wrong there I have no regrets Is there still value in a compliment Men can be pussies as well as dicks Called her a b**h, he don't give a sh** Clearly, do you know shes' a ho? You have no idea, keep your mouth closed Talking sh** leaves your a** exposed Allergic to the bull so I'm blowing my nose All the time, that's the way it goes Got to UCLA, no valet Did it just for me and my valley I won't lie help would be nice Just to give the fans that clean cut Clear stuff, do my best with what I've got Flow still hot, no tour bus But I'll cop those wheels for all of us Only deal I've made is with myself though I need some help, all of y'all Take this boy toy of the shelf I shut it down so download Numbers up, it leads to dough Water, tuna, eggs is getting old Independent, but still tempted Cash I get, I want to spend it But I need that green to pay my rent I need that green to help me vent though Punch me in the face, I could use a hit. sh**! Everywhere I go everything I see - start wondering Whats it take to make ‘em fall in love with me Live my dream, do I need a team? Maybe I don't want the mainstream I just want to make that crowd jump Hands up, not out Keep those middle fingers tied down too Right now we ain't giving f** About what our problems have in store for us Standing up to the torturers and torchin' ‘em "Let ‘em burn Let ‘em burn" I put in work, that's my word Kids' so hot he might burn too Or blow up Ain't that the only thing left to do though? Yeah... Ain't that the only thing left to do though?