Gray Duck

[Verse 1: Mike] Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a uni Dickin in a squad car, vickin on a fully Sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby Pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun Boots to the ceiling, boostin the serum So sincere, brutes new to the feeling Ridin on the old scene, buck if you hear me Bucks for the fabric of your fiber Bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes Crease in the khakis, piece to the side Forgotten youth when all the mutants played Magneto We believed the strip and never plagiarized their credo Fashion cutter for the fascist, dirty-lipped and truly goony Looney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoony No King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger Legacy No anonymity, no forced validity False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost Tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO! [Bridge: Dessa] Take the skins Hang em on the walls Not trophies, just reminders What is left here when we fall [Verse 2: Stef (P.O.S.)] Ay, I’m pushing up on your tempo She too stoned Nintendo I’m Vint Cerf, she Pink Floyd I’m jumpin out the window Psych, I’m fly, I float aight right by Cut my own moat Get by with my chose fam Dismantle thrones All the fuck in your station All up in your dark Awkward in ya Marc Maron conversations Call em out the park Hangin out then Van Halen cabs in your city All up on your block opposite the cops Y’all should all fuck with me Style like a Cadillac Crash with a battle axe handy Gucci store fire on the couture Then planes, trains, and automobiles, I’m John Candy Y’all just can’t stand me I make em feel ridiculous Pickin apart they postures put together meticulously awful In the air, hostile The fingernails, watch em Sit and stare, box em if I gotta Panic is the fashion I arrow to the action Pied Piper through all types a shit Types like me y’all ain’t fuckin with [Hook] Go get it Or go without You going nowhere Run that shit into the ground Go get it Or go without We go for broke And run that shit into the ground [Verse 3: Dessa] Struck by lightning With a hand in the sand Came to with a fist fused in glass Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash Sparks on the pavement Dragging the chain Anchor’s off, man, lost it again Steady on gotta push through the rain Weather in the veins, came for this Train for this, fuck Made for this, pray they miss, duck Duck gray duck gets up and running Rest fall back like a bridge in London Brand new brakes I never touch em [Verse 4: Sims] You’re all spin move, you’re doing too much Rental car, trick cigar I’m just laughing while that whole thing blows up Looking like I’m Joakim Noah Black mask, take your gas money My name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funny I ain’t afraid to change lines, state, date, or face I’m option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslines At least for the next eight months Then I change up like it ain’t much You do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups Still blabbing bout some frame up vision MN living gray duck risen Nay fucks given, way subliminal Class-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotal See what is left is suspect The Pepsi Gen went crystal meth And punk rock dads scream rap is dead I laughed until I lost my chill I’m really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at Will Half shark alligator and my Philly filled Mill City kid in the field Gritty is in the blood, proof is in the track Fifty in the tank, on you like a Mac Truck Roll with a ton on my back Better back up fast [Hook]