Doomtree - Gray Duck Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike]Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a uniDickin in a squad car, vickin on a fullySick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobbyPullin on the pin, he TutankhamunBoots to the ceiling, boostin the serumSo sincere, brutes new to the feelingRidin on the old scene, buck if you hear meBucks for the fabric of your fiberBricked, dips, blicks, big, brighterBees in a trap? No, bees in a hiveGee is for Geezus, Gs and a nineOh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyesCrease in the khakis, piece to the sideForgotten youth when all the mutants played MagnetoWe believed the strip and never plagiarized their credoFashion cutter for the fascist, dirty-lipped and truly goonyLooney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoonyNo King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger LegacyNo anonymity, no forced validityFalse Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghostTough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO![Bridge: Dessa]Take the skinsHang em on the wallsNot trophies, just remindersWhat is left here when we fall[Verse 2: Stef (P.O.S.)]Ay, I'm pushing up on your tempoShe too stoned NintendoI'm Vint Cerf, she Pink FloydI'm jumpin out the windowPsych, I'm fly, I float aight right byCut my own moatGet by with my chose famDismantle thronesAll the fuck in your stationAll up in your darkAwkward in ya Marc Maron conversationsCall em out the parkHangin out then Van Halen cabs in your cityAll up on your block opposite the copsY'all should all fuck with meStyle like a CadillacCrash with a battle axe handyGucci store fire on the coutureThen planes, trains, and automobiles, I'm John CandyY'all just can't stand meI make em feel ridiculousPickin apart they postures put together meticulously awfulIn the air, hostileThe fingernails, watch emSit and stare, box em if I gottaPanic is the fashionI arrow to the actionPied Piper through all types a shitTypes like me y'all ain't fuckin with[Hook]Go get itOr go withoutYou going nowhereRun that shit into the groundGo get itOr go withoutWe go for brokeAnd run that shit into the ground[Verse 3: Dessa]Struck by lightningWith a hand in the sandCame to with a fist fused in glassClosed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ashSparks on the pavementDragging the chainAnchor's off, man, lost it againSteady on gotta push through the rainWeather in the veins, came for thisTrain for this, fuckMade for this, pray they miss, duckDuck gray duck gets up and runningRest fall back like a bridge in LondonBrand new brakes I never touch em[Verse 4: Sims]You're all spin move, you're doing too muchRental car, trick cigarI'm just laughing while that whole thing blows upLooking like I'm Joakim NoahBlack mask, take your gas moneyMy name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funnyI ain't afraid to change lines, state, date, or faceI'm option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslinesAt least for the next eight monthsThen I change up like it ain't muchYou do the Roger Rabbit in Shape UpsStill blabbing bout some frame up visionMN living gray duck risenNay fucks given, way subliminalClass-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotalSee what is left is suspectThe Pepsi Gen went crystal methAnd punk rock dads scream rap is deadI laughed until I lost my chillI'm really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at WillHalf shark alligator and my Philly filledMill City kid in the fieldGritty is in the blood, proof is in the trackFifty in the tank, on you like a Mac TruckRoll with a ton on my backBetter back up fast[Hook]