Bryce Gordon - Y.O.T.U. lyrics

[Verse 1: Joshua Tree] Snapdragon quit playing What you've been saying is jaded To mention my name with the other players I'm on a different side So all comparability is futile Besides You haven't heard anything from Bryce or I in a while So f** the function I'm bumping Upstairs with my fugazi vinyl Fugazi fugazi I'm rough with language I'm impatient Nonsensical and slightly tasteless A lesser McConaughey And considerably less famous Snapdragon quit playing What you've been saying is racist To mention my name with the faces of hip-hop So please drop it Cause I'm white as f** and I'm bored So I record on the weekend Shout out to Alex for keeping the beats on repeat when I'm free-in Pissing on lawns late last night Getting ideas for next season Run the eucs In my Fool's Gold tee Tryna' break through this aether Hydroponically growing my chronic Wait I don't smoke either Year of the eucalyptus not reefer Getting the fever for my accomplishments Fraudulent Call me Aesop Rock and not Rocky Etcetera, Etcetera I'm hemorrhaging quite solemnly Pouring out beverages for Yams Severed heads for more leverage I mean severe dread for the betterment of Harlem RIP Barring words from the deceased The new sh** is not a repeat f** the 90's and f** my spleen 96, double digits, reppin' sixes before Drake would have you believe I'm obscene Salt water in my stomach I'm swallowing to keep from vomiting I keep it 100 One out of seven times It's nothing But mostly my brains getting flooded with serotonin Going out foraging Florida shin-toned-trout Getting skinned f** a fork and knife until the guts come out I mean I'm named after an amazing album But look how that turned out I might burn out Excuse the shout Im getting louder but that's the stout-- Speaking I'm peaking I'm livid Check twitter for the difference Between being there and talking about it And I'm off topic talking about it [Verse 2: Spicegold] Koalas stop dropping from trees As if it's spare change And Spice got More ginger-ale than an airplane Deep in the northeast Cohorts be Fiending till' the sunrise And the fun dies And the courts keep screamin' You pseudo-boys never as cla**ic as me And your whole crew chasing like Corrales Police Travel to see me Looking through the rear-view-window Hear kinfolk Kids bleeding speed near two limos Like a yuppie Dinner something tells me that it's black-tie Tables for eight or ten include a free black-eye Talkin' law and order Motherf**ers draw and quarter everyday Euc boys You true toys ain't messing with our bear-gang Ya'll salty as the water in my CamelBak Fishy kitties searching for the salmon-sack Ratatat Gratata Drop it like it's hot Like squats on a pavement All of my boys hate gas they never pay rent Cause I've been talking bout' dark sh**, darkness Clowning like when I try to start sh** Got three verses and they all on Snapchat Fifty-seven shirts all tattered as a backpack Speak concise as the words in my notebook Got eight guitars And all of them are made of the rosewood Nice remarks for Bryce's arc Tell you that it's actual Sippin' on this yoghurt b**h it's two of every Danimal I'm outright biblical Tell your local pastor Hire me for birthdays I'm the illest-party-rapper I also do Bar mitzvahs And Thanksgivins' I also do Weddings, weekends, wakes and circumcisions Turn up like extended family gathering You can't think of any place you'd really rather be Battle me In the foothills We'll vibe till' the sunset Eucalyptus Boys ruin lives like drug-tests