[Part 1]
(quick, quick, quickly, quickly)
[Chorus]
Head down, stay low
Cookin' queso on the stove
Gas tank gettin' low
Had to lighten my load
Had to bang on the trunk
Plug saved my soul
Got a lump in my throat
Who bang on my door?
Dash out thru my door
I don't want no war
Head down, stay low
One hand on the stove
Gas tank gettin' low
Had to lighten my load
Had to bang on the trunk
Plug saved my soul
[Verse 1]
It's not a knock-knock joke, this shit is real life
You never really know it, 'less you know what this shit feel like
Everything is free only if you got your bills right
To paint a perfect picture violence bleeding out the still life
It wasn't loaded, he ain't know it
Must've bruised his ego
The gas money ran out on 80-West to Reno
I took the platеs off and left it on the side road
My feet wеnt Taylor Swift, that .22 just ain't worth dying for
[Chorus]
Dash out thru my door
Had to lighten my load
Had to bang on the trunk
Plug saved my soul
[Verse 2]
Wild west, there's been a death inside the Whole Foods
They cage matchin' in Aisle 2, designer produce
Label says "cruelty free" but I don't believe it
Believing violence ain't an answer like that isn't what this peace is
I'm plug walking on water feel like Jesus did
And if they get a nail on me I'll be like Jesus is
I got caught up in the rapture, no Anita B
These church-goers bent all out of shape like a sneaker crease
Pray for heaven at the same time destroy it
Lil ethylene gas now the whole barrel is spoiled
And I did read the book, so the ending been spoiled
The apple's eaten even when they know it's poison
(The world has no fear)
[Chorus]
Head down, stay low
Cookin' queso on the stove
Gas tank gettin' low
Had to lighten my load
Had to bang on the trunk
Plug saved my soul
Got a lump in my throat
Who bang on my door?
Dash out thru my door
I don't want no war
Head down, stay low
One hand on the stove
Gas tank gettin' low
Had to lighten my load
Had to bang on the trunk
Plug saved my soul
(Check, check, check
Microphone check)
[Part 2]
Vice city bitch turn it up or catch one
Big plaster house, light the front up look like heaven
God, I could put my fucking foot through it
Microphone check make it clap like I one, two it
(Boom!)
Oh, you think I won't do it?
I could never lose, already gone places I wasn't 'sposed to
Trespassing on the money, bitch it don't impress me
Whatchu gon' do? Call the cops, arrest me? (Fuck you) Hmm?
Imma do it how they taught it:
Steal it, then I make a paper that says that I bought it
My brother says that paper is the law
And I'm my brother's keeper so you want your answer take it up with God (Fuck!)
Out here it's real life
You never really know it 'til you know what this shit feel like
Everything is free only if you got your bills right
To paint a perfect picture violence bleeding out the still life
