Sims - Gander Back lyrics

[Mictlan] Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tip Clock-winder (tweak), patch the velvet Cap gun AirSoft electric Eat the face off a centipede I'll Metroid your section A bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow start Pivot on a sh**ter sh**ting out a Wonka Gold Card Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet Hock a loogie at lookie-lous And you? Jockin' it [P.O.S.] Promise of stressing out Them long days could snap Then split wrists with style like slap bracelets Stack cases not murder raps but cases Full of MPC's, guitars, ba**es Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap Yeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of that See, I'm just here to press through Continue to rep Doom And splinter the mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms [Sims] Sims hopping in Mid-continent occupant Cold spot non-stopping it From the stock locked old cops co*king it Who works for who is so obvious So bend the barrel back Send the Herald that Nothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the young Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing You're looking fresh but who you impressing? [Hook] Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps We don't want that We don't take that We don't need that Save that act You play the part, we play the blade We scrape your heart We came to take the mark [Sims] And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problem You want the view from the roof Don't want to build from the bottom Truth is we got 'em Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em The road is slick but I steer through Push the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearview Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter [P.O.S.] We'll probably never grow up into a Cosby sweater Hobby better Yet ever quit Well probably never This is not a switch This is in my blood simple as spit Never rich, never stressed, never poor, never sick When's that? Probably never I'll stick to simple sh** Like the beat never left I'mma walk with a little bit of rhythm in my step [Mictlan] We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the ox Rocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the cost Popping off the collar? Chilled heat Call me Sake Bomb Holla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calm The Boom-Diggi-Doom The groove's in me so move If you with me then prove Break bread fam' Who emptied the room? We brought plenty to move We were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragms [Hook] Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps We don't want that We don't take that We don't need that Save that act You play the part, we play the blade We scrape your heart We came to take the mark [P.O.S.] From the frost-bit center of America's map A couple cats trying to get a couple hands to clap Trying to eat, trying to live a little Gander back From the frost-bit center of America's map A couple cats trying to shake a little stress with rap But hold up We don't breathe enough Tryna beat these days but they're creeping up