Gander Back Lyrics

[Mictlan]

Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tip

Clock-winder (tweak), patch the velvet

Cap-un Air-Soft electric

Eat the face off a centipede

I'll Metroid your section

A bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow start

Pivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold Card

Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet

Hock a loogie at lookie-lous

And you? Jockin' it

[P.O.S.]

Promise of stressin' out

Them long days could snap

Then split wrists with style like slap bracelets

Stack cases not murder raps but cases

Fulla MPC's, guitars, basses

Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap

Yeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of that

I'm just here to press through

Continue to rep Doom

And splinter mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms

[Sims]

Sims hoppin in

Mid-continent occupant

Cold spot non-stoppin it

From the stock locked old cops cocking it

Who works for who is so obvious

So bend the barrel back

Send the Herald that

Nothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the young

Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing

You're looking fresh but who you impressing?

[Hook]

Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps

We don't want that

We don't take that

We don't need that

Save that act

You play the part, we play the blade

We scrape your heart

We came to take the mark

[Sims]

And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problem

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Don't want to build from the bottom

Truth is we got 'em

Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em

The road is slick but I steer through

Push the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearview

Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper

I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter

[P.O.S.]

We'll prolly never grow up into a Cosby sweater

Hobby better

Yet ever quit

Well prolly never

This is not a switch

This is in my blood simple as spit

Never rich, never stressed, never poor, never sick

When's that?

Prolly never

I'll stick to simple shit

Like the beat never left I'ma walk with a little bit of rhythm in my step

[Mictlan]

We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the ox

Rocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the cost

Poppin' off the collar?

Chilled heat

Call me Sake Bomb

Holla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calm

The Boom-Diggi-Doom

The groove's in me so move

If you with me then prove

Break bread fam

Who emptied the room?

We brought plenty to move

We were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragms

Hook

[P.O.S.]

From the frost-bit center of America's map

A couple cats tryna get a couple hands to clap

Tryna eat, tryna live a little

Gander back

From the frost-bit center of America's map

A couple cats tryna shake a little stress with rap

But hold up

We don't breathe enough

Tryna beat these days but they're creeping up