[Verse 1: Sims] Stepping like a concrete mixer All these odd thoughts flicker While these soft parts flutter Churning all that glitter ain't gold By the digits or they got 'em in the gutter You can find it where the road hits the rubber stamp Ode to the underbelly Fold with the upper-hand? Please I tell myself "breathe" I tell you "pardon my reach" I thread the needle through the heart of the dream To see which part of it bleeds
[Verse 2: P.O.S.] Yeah Doin' donuts in an Acura in slow motion Cause life is cooler than you thought it was Doors open, both hands up, eyes closed Taking out a stop light, that's my real life
Push buttons and write words and say em for work And make nerds feel something as fuck daily Guaranteed stressed out with a dumb heart And a V Chill Vibe but throw a TV at you crazy Bitches say "P, you crazy" Then they get pissed that I said the word "bitches" Then I explain that I was quoting a rap guy And that's how my rap dies I laugh then laugh-cry
[Verse 3: Sims & P.O.S.] I was diggin' for a fire while you were gone fishin', reeling I was key in the ignition, peelin' Listen to the tires squealin' Feelin' inspired in spite o' all these flashin' red lights I was maskin' my pain but I was feelin' all right
You were passin' that blame While I was passin' that light I was takin' that light, tryna feel a little better I was takin' that light, makin' somethin' insane I would make it galvanize Put the metal to the flame Eyes, heavy 90's metal bass player vibe Slowly cockin' his head to one side Creep City like I'm Cedar Falls, Iowa, and that's fine
I get a "fuck yes" out of a "maybe" Make it wavy like whoa Surf's up somethin' crazy Do's what I feel like, that's my real lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
