Terry Gross

Ever since I was a little predator Mom's like, "Don't get ahead of her" I was on the hunt for something better than the regular And knew there was candy at the register So not about to settle for the vegetables Full-grown, still got a sweet tooth Still tryna climb all the walls, I can see you Take your influences with you, everywhere you go Mine were Carmen Sandiego, Lauryn Hill, and Terry Gross I've been playing hard to keep Kiss and teleport Dark roots where the bleach won't reach Man, that's gotta be a metaphor But I'm still tryna storyboard it Call me back if it's important If you're looking for me On this Tinder shit about partners in crime Seems like Bonnie's working little harder than Clyde When it comes to the heist, doesn't feel like a partnership 'Cause my accomplice is completely incompetent (I don't need a drink menu, I'll take a white wine) (Do a Twizzler) (Great, thanks, man) Two bars walk into a joke First is a gold bar, other is soap "Yo, lemme get the punchline I'm worth most" Gold says with a glass too full to toast But Soap makes her voice go real low Leans close Rarely one to go boast But when the banks hit the button, the credit goes down to nothing And the flood waters come in, then let's see who floats Watch for unintended consequences, those you don't see The initials of your girlfriend could kill the fucking oak tree Nothing in my pockets but the body heat Travel light and mind your manners That's my foreign policy I'm that Netflix chick See the pieces on the ceiling Strategy above me All the moves as I'm competing I'll arrive by lightning bolt Leave by cannonball The china's fine, man The bull's mechanical (Before we continue this conversation) (I just have to make sure you're not a robot) (Here, which one of these pictures have buses?) (Robots will never be able to figure out buses) A base hit is the son of a pitch A tanning bed is the sun of the rich Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists Don't go broke looking for something to fix A base hit is the son of a pitch A tanning bed is the sun of the rich Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists Don't go broke looking for something to fix