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robby atkins - it's just physics lyrics

[cl-ssroom chatter] [eraser on chalkboard] [clears throat]
[rob whistling]
[writing on chalkboard][drops chalk]

alright ya’ll, listen up

the physics of life are parabolic [“settle down, settle down.”]
now, chronologically
there’s been aligning patterns in my life a stretch beyond ironic
that suggest i’m onto something
my fate is set in stone so long as i stick to codes
could i be hammu-robby? [“yeah!”]
my studio apartment
is parallel to the one bedroom i stayed at with bobby
like he knew this is where i’d be
vibing on my balcony, writing ’bout him beneath a pine tree
enlightening is the irony

i’m reminded of my old connect
dropping off the tree like pine cones
about the same size as a pine cone
he’d sell me a dime on [“do what?”] ‘da same price as a rhinestone
[“yeah!”]
i’d light it like a fuse ’til my mind’s blown
after i done turned a clear bong to a white bong [“right, right.”]
i’m high enough for any fine women to climb on [“right, right.”]
where have the times gone?
never were they as simple as simon
but now, the grave i’m laying my eyes on has my bro eyes on it
say that ain’t ironic
just like my id but there’s a photo of bob on it, darn it
i wanted greater for my brother than lying dormant
now that he’s gone, the pressure on a n-gg- is quite enormous
computing all this memory, i function on high performance
smoke escaping [“lit.”]
orchestrating the floor at a store for ladies
closing cash drawers, oh, the blatant
face of irony, a joke it’s made me!

takes me back to when we’d grab a roll of quarters
convert ’em to cash
directly after school, me and bri’d go straight to the back
of the cleaners to clean ’em out, we had discovered a stash
while ducking the staff, my boy, we came up rougher than drafts
we was homeless
after school, a cobble roof, we’d relax on [“uh”]
eating snacks we bought with the coin roll stacks that we sn-tched
our middle school peers ain’t peep that
a child [“me?”] judges by the cover when he can’t read jack
[“yes, that means you.”]
the big picture gets uncovered and i just lean back
theater’s just not packed ’cause folks won’t see that
[“my life’s a movie, man.”]
you get a grip when detached from a script that’s inapt
hence why i stick to the script while you don’t know how to act
those sticking closest to the script improve their chances by half
half -ss – chances are you’ll decompose beneath gr-ss mad fast
not bad, you cut your journey in half. [“quick!”]
lot of death had made me realize we on common paths. [“sh-t!”]
we all have to take a nap on mother nature’s lap
ain’t no changing that. i see the patterns when i’m scaling back
reach into my past and i grasped family’s all i’ve had
the love i have for my folks remains unmatched. [“i love ’em.”]
story of my life revolves around chapter one’s cast
sticking to the script, and ya boy ain’t turn out half bad, how’s that? [“how’d he do it?!”]
went from haven to my own pad. uh
went from haven house to my own pad. d-mn

[bell rings]
alright y’all, time to go
hey, hey, hey! slow yo -ss down, man. floor ain’t goin’ nowhere
i wanna see ya’ll in here bright and early next week, we got a lot to do
got a lot to catch up on. ha ha
yeah

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