Gray Duck - Doomtree

Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni

Dickin on 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 older 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!

Take the skins

Hang em on the walls

Not trophies, just reminders

What is left here when we fall

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

Sike, 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

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

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

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

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