Gross Loans

[Intro: David Kaplan]

Now you see it

You know what I mean about space?

Quick glimpse after

It's what nobody understands

[Verse 1: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Lost sons, [?]

Bloody knuckles with my number one

Back when people get some

On T.V. [?] bombs drop from above

On mothers and their sons

[Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Mothers and their sons

Mothers and their sons

They push my knuckles under the sun

No, they're not the number ones

[Verse 2: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

So, creeping demons me wanna employ

Cinder block take out the windows and the sheet rock

Artificial wolves, they walk and never stop

Remembеr gross loans

No cops, empty homes

[Refrain: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Therе's a dark wood that's growing down my body

It's tethering me

[?] designs

Gross loans!

[Verse 3: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Drunk stumble

Up in my city, no, who's here?

Words stuck in gullet, you should steer clear

Weak stomach, oven, feel fear

Some comment, [?] for my dear

[Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Mothers and their sons

Mothers and their sons

They push my knuckles under the sun

No, they're not the number one

[Verse 4: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

Creeping demons me wanna employ

Cinder block take out the windows and the sheet rock

Artificial wolves, they walk and never stop

Remember gross loans

No cops, empty homes

[Refrain: Julian Cashwan Pratt]

There's a dark wood that's growing down my body

It's tethering me

Old-world design

Gross loans!

[Outro: David Kaplan]

Your spirit rolls, grows to the height that you are willing to take a stand and fight and say, "You know what, I don't need anything to fuck with. All I need is the fucking ocean. And anything you want from me and anything you want me to do for you is not gonna work."