[Verse 1]
Yeah...
Robin Fadez, Texas raised
From the backroads to the barbershop chair
You feel me?
Early morning, whole block awake
Fresh cape on, clean lines in the air
Clip by clip, he built that name
Every head left sharp, every fade insane
Small-town grind with a big-time aim
If you need it right, say his name
[Pre-Chorus]
He don't rush, he don't fold
Steady hand, pure gold
If the line get crooked, he redraws it
Walk in rough, walk out flawless
[Chorus]
Robin Fadez from Texas
Got the clippers on glide
Small-town barber
With a big-time drive
Clean fades, sharp lines
Make 'em look alive
Robin Fadez from Texas
Yeah, that's his vibe
[Verse 2]
Chrome chair spinning, mirror on the wall
Every cut talk back, he don't miss at all
Homies in the shop with a joke and a grin
Then the next man in, and he lock back in
Dust on the boots, pride in the craft
Old-school patience, but the results hit fast
Word runs deep from the gas station side
"Go see Robin, man, he keep you right"
[Pre-Chorus]
He don't rush, he don't fold
Steady hand, pure gold
If the line get crooked, he redraws it
Walk in rough, walk out flawless
[Chorus]
Robin Fadez from Texas
Got the clippers on glide
Small-town barber
With a big-time drive
Clean fades, sharp lines
Make 'em look alive
Robin Fadez from Texas
Yeah, that's his vibe
[Bridge]
Backroads roots, chair-side kings
One cut close, then the whole place sing
He made a name off the work he do
Now the whole town ride when they slide through
[Final Chorus]
Robin Fadez from Texas
Got the clippers on glide
Small-town barber
With a big-time drive
Clean fades, sharp lines
Make 'em look alive
Robin Fadez from Texas
Yeah, that's his vibe