Robert Raymon Roy Songtext
von Robert Raimon Roy
Robert Raymon Roy Songtext
I′m Robert Raymond Roy, as in that boy
From the cul-de-sac of Provost Court, still Jacksonville, Florida
Heat fries with blue and white snow cones
Lickin' them honeysuckles like sticky ribs at Bono′s
But enough 'bout the culinary, won't marry
No bitch in Hollywood ′less push comes to carry
Polygamy, epiphanies, and Lo′s Phillies
When the door rings and hope she's at home but she′s
Not, like your birthday, watch my hair soft
And pepper 'fore I get some sign she might want
To give me no more hard time, don′t go out bar time
'Cause when you in the club, you meet someone disguised
Now I′ve muddied some things but aim to provide
A push off the right foot that do remind
You who spits that jewelry, I'm
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
Before my days on the metro, I had a Toyo
To a white one was my mama's ′84
Cressida, I′d go over Jessica's and hope she would let me put
My hand on her titty if my wood
Was speakin′ to her wetness, get this, now I'm yellin′
"Girl, let's not have sex yet, you ain′t good spellin'
Though you got good looks, I know you will be damned
Like banned books into some nook if you put on some flab ass
There's always a youngin′ I can feel young with"
Take her to the crib and sang some shit funky
Or swag like they say these days on the Tumblr
Or some other adjective that stands for wonder-
Full, anyhoo, that′s formality
But unusual, the same, I'm sayin′ uncanny
Can't be askin′ if you need to crash my home
With no employment and all your 43
Bags, you know that's your bad, can′t nobody
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
Not allergic to the pollen but I got me a hanky
She parked in my driveway, decided to hand me
A job, now the thought made me want them undies
My ex-girl buddy felt her silly putty
When I came through, she came too like dupli-
Cate, then maneuvered to recline and shoot the
Manure while we dream 'bout what we would do in
The future, was it school or would I move to
The west and break out of the cycle?
Have another life too, find me a wife who'll
Cook food on the grill or maybe have a few
But ′til then I′ll do
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
From the cul-de-sac of Provost Court, still Jacksonville, Florida
Heat fries with blue and white snow cones
Lickin' them honeysuckles like sticky ribs at Bono′s
But enough 'bout the culinary, won't marry
No bitch in Hollywood ′less push comes to carry
Polygamy, epiphanies, and Lo′s Phillies
When the door rings and hope she's at home but she′s
Not, like your birthday, watch my hair soft
And pepper 'fore I get some sign she might want
To give me no more hard time, don′t go out bar time
'Cause when you in the club, you meet someone disguised
Now I′ve muddied some things but aim to provide
A push off the right foot that do remind
You who spits that jewelry, I'm
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
Before my days on the metro, I had a Toyo
To a white one was my mama's ′84
Cressida, I′d go over Jessica's and hope she would let me put
My hand on her titty if my wood
Was speakin′ to her wetness, get this, now I'm yellin′
"Girl, let's not have sex yet, you ain′t good spellin'
Though you got good looks, I know you will be damned
Like banned books into some nook if you put on some flab ass
There's always a youngin′ I can feel young with"
Take her to the crib and sang some shit funky
Or swag like they say these days on the Tumblr
Or some other adjective that stands for wonder-
Full, anyhoo, that′s formality
But unusual, the same, I'm sayin′ uncanny
Can't be askin′ if you need to crash my home
With no employment and all your 43
Bags, you know that's your bad, can′t nobody
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
Not allergic to the pollen but I got me a hanky
She parked in my driveway, decided to hand me
A job, now the thought made me want them undies
My ex-girl buddy felt her silly putty
When I came through, she came too like dupli-
Cate, then maneuvered to recline and shoot the
Manure while we dream 'bout what we would do in
The future, was it school or would I move to
The west and break out of the cycle?
Have another life too, find me a wife who'll
Cook food on the grill or maybe have a few
But ′til then I′ll do
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Raymond Roy
R-Robert Raymond Roy
Writer(s): Luke Walker, Rob Roy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
