CLUTCH
Okay, we back!
Call the authorities, blare the sirens
Storm the forums
Stone-faced defiance off that loud, fixing to break the silence
Y'all don't want smoke?
Better stay inside, then
We cannot connect
I'm outside - you out the side your neck
Watch talk turn shout that don't match your step
When you run your mouth 'til you catch your breath
I got one too many devils on my shoulder
Four-leaf clover
Fuck around, I put some bootleg in my soda
I don't know ya
Boy, I'm back in the cockpit
Half of these cats on the sack would get drop-kicked
You don't know anything
Smoking that shit got me noided as fuck
Got me throwing them bows
Man, them boys better duck
Out in Arizona burning marijuana
Spreading pheromones, trends and serotonin
On an endless journey
Catch me ceremoniously sharing cones with an eclectic shorty, going
Metamorphic out the chrysalis
I'll let heaven sort it, this a different blick
I'm talking bar for bar
This shit is brick and brick
I got em paralyzed
Man, I been hitting licks, I said
Palm so loud, you can track our trail
Flaunt my style, but it's not for sale
Gold across my smile, while I count my scales
I been out my mind, get from out my trails
Rip the chord with no parachute
We up in the core and we prepared to shoot
Rigor mortis, you scared to move
Our spirit enormous, we could never lose
Fuck!
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
We in our bag - to tell the truth, we never left the shit, it's home
The only motto is to fuck it up, finesse it til it's gone
Fuck it, it's live
Daggers erupt from the spine
Don't event touch it, it's mine
Stand in the back of the line for the "what ifs"
I ain't got time for the fuck shit
Fuck you
Come on, bro
Loco with the motives, like we run on coal
Right on cue every wrong I cull
How we cook heat but stay raw and cold?
When you following your soul, no pride don't call
Stay hitting the palm leaf
Pumping through the speakers - hear my heart beat
Stand on business, I ain't shilling folly
Transplant my brain and you'll still get bodied
Pick a card, any card
Push your hate, I won't pay regard Can't do shit now, but pray to god
Your mama love my je ne sais quoi
Solar-powered flow how I stay in charge
Yo, this shit right here ain't for the faint of heart
You can taste blood how the flavor raw
Here to fuck your minds, this the mating call
Do what I want when I fire at will
Won't contrive to conform to conspire appeal
Nor aspire to perform out of spite as a sell
Rather lie as a corpse, than ever lie to myself
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
Call the authorities, blare the sirens
Storm the forums
Stone-faced defiance off that loud, fixing to break the silence
Y'all don't want smoke?
Better stay inside, then
We cannot connect
I'm outside - you out the side your neck
Watch talk turn shout that don't match your step
When you run your mouth 'til you catch your breath
I got one too many devils on my shoulder
Four-leaf clover
Fuck around, I put some bootleg in my soda
I don't know ya
Boy, I'm back in the cockpit
Half of these cats on the sack would get drop-kicked
You don't know anything
Smoking that shit got me noided as fuck
Got me throwing them bows
Man, them boys better duck
Out in Arizona burning marijuana
Spreading pheromones, trends and serotonin
On an endless journey
Catch me ceremoniously sharing cones with an eclectic shorty, going
Metamorphic out the chrysalis
I'll let heaven sort it, this a different blick
I'm talking bar for bar
This shit is brick and brick
I got em paralyzed
Man, I been hitting licks, I said
Palm so loud, you can track our trail
Flaunt my style, but it's not for sale
Gold across my smile, while I count my scales
I been out my mind, get from out my trails
Rip the chord with no parachute
We up in the core and we prepared to shoot
Rigor mortis, you scared to move
Our spirit enormous, we could never lose
Fuck!
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
We in our bag - to tell the truth, we never left the shit, it's home
The only motto is to fuck it up, finesse it til it's gone
Fuck it, it's live
Daggers erupt from the spine
Don't event touch it, it's mine
Stand in the back of the line for the "what ifs"
I ain't got time for the fuck shit
Fuck you
Come on, bro
Loco with the motives, like we run on coal
Right on cue every wrong I cull
How we cook heat but stay raw and cold?
When you following your soul, no pride don't call
Stay hitting the palm leaf
Pumping through the speakers - hear my heart beat
Stand on business, I ain't shilling folly
Transplant my brain and you'll still get bodied
Pick a card, any card
Push your hate, I won't pay regard Can't do shit now, but pray to god
Your mama love my je ne sais quoi
Solar-powered flow how I stay in charge
Yo, this shit right here ain't for the faint of heart
You can taste blood how the flavor raw
Here to fuck your minds, this the mating call
Do what I want when I fire at will
Won't contrive to conform to conspire appeal
Nor aspire to perform out of spite as a sell
Rather lie as a corpse, than ever lie to myself
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
Fuck! We up
Yeah we stay in the cut
Let it run through your blood
Feel your system erupt
Give a fuck what you want, what we have ain't enough
Give a fuck where you stand, we all lie in the mud
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Writer(s): Rav Melling
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