Duval

[Verse 1: Rob Roy]

Reporting live from the belly of the heat
The big belly biddies with their titties in my teeth
And pink jelly slippers that are bigger than their feet
We're all supposed to leave, but we all don't...leap-
Frog this lilypad on average
I'm telling your Daddy - what you think that is?
Even if it matters at this point, as the moisture accumulates in my glass-lens
Half this motherfucker blowing up, sure 'nough
Anyway, many say it's the point that you make when you make-out
Like you shout at a dog, like a pit-bull when it piss in a pool in the living room
Yea, I'm cool...yea, I'm new to this as you
All assuming that my cousin threw up them pills
Yes, I feel them blues in the bluest sky on a bright afternoon
Take a bite out my mind and then chew
'Til it do more wrong than I taught in school
See, we walk it out cause we can't walk through
This town with a gown and a cap
If you round up the math and Eng-lish, and add a frac-tion of last night with a tool
Maybe a ruler or a computer
It may prove you won't relate 'less you from-

[Hook: Rob Roy]

Du-du-val!
Whoop that bitch to the ground!

Whoop that bitch to the ground!

[Verse 2: Rob Roy]

Where we sit for hobby, and chips are soggy from no A/C in our apartment
The vacancy in my heart disarms me, partially, as I board my carseat
But fuck it! Let's wild out on some dumb shit
I got some O.E. and nowhere to be, like no important meeting
Or deep meaning, at least it seems in the evening
Be it we chalk this down to a
Matter of nostal-gia, or
Being the oldest child, I dig deep down and give these pounds to you
Talking 'bout, "You do anything valuable for me? Or do you keep my speaking volume up
And leave me reading all the things I might've done
Being done by the least supplied to wipe the dust?"
I tell you what I want -
It's not that I want y'all to be something that a vehicle would run
Over in the street, then end up in my lawn
With 2 broke feet and b-leeding from your gum
No sense in beating the thing up
We all got reasons for being, at least one
'Less you on that stuff, and sniffing the bluuuuues...from-

[Hook: Rob Roy]

Du-du-val!
Whoop that bitch to the ground!
Whoop that bitch to the ground!

Duuu-vaaal, Duuu-vaaal, Duuu-vaaal, Duuu-vaaal!