"GUT WALK" lyrics
Guess I'm just another man, I'm not any better
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
Ay
If you tapped in
You might see me on the web, I'm arachnid
You new money, I need mine geriatric
She want a bag? Boy, go steal her one from Saks Fifth
Joc said it's goin' down like a hole in my boat
Pushin' buttons when I talk like a hole in my throat
Keep my circle real small, areola at most
If I go overboard with it, I'll just float up the coast
Lights off means I'm home now, leave me alone
Shorty said I'm aging well, huh, Nia Long
Tippi runnin' from the birds tryna sing a song
Don't get splinters from that wood that you seated on
I cast a line knowin' you gon' take the bait
You sure you want a plate? This a gas station steak
That's a Pillsbury paste on that ass bakin' cakes
And when I'm takin' shape, you should prolly play it safe (yeah)
Guess I'm just another man, I'm not any better
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
Is this the end? Um, I really doubt it
No possessions, take the money, I could live without it
Neighbors hate to feel the bass, turn mine up the loudest
Fred Astaire, funny face, why you got it pouted?
Ay
I'm the bounty hunter dog, hot diggity
Took it on the chin like you Glenn, that's a giggity
Distro with the kid, fuck a split, what's a lickety?
You could say my Hickory's been home to many Chickadee's
Look, gullible is on the ceiling, you to Willoughby
Bergman's yellin' out, I'ma finish my soliloquy
If you ridin' with me, good luck gettin' the auxiliary
Bitches tryna fuck on the doctor that delivered me (damn)
Crazy, I get that shit from Patsy
"Save me," said Daisy, she think I'm Mr. Gatsby
With some—with some type of sick pup, little Daphne
Man's gotta be what he is, little lassie
Guess I'm just another man, I'm not any better
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
Ay
If you tapped in
You might see me on the web, I'm arachnid
You new money, I need mine geriatric
She want a bag? Boy, go steal her one from Saks Fifth
Joc said it's goin' down like a hole in my boat
Pushin' buttons when I talk like a hole in my throat
Keep my circle real small, areola at most
If I go overboard with it, I'll just float up the coast
Lights off means I'm home now, leave me alone
Shorty said I'm aging well, huh, Nia Long
Tippi runnin' from the birds tryna sing a song
Don't get splinters from that wood that you seated on
I cast a line knowin' you gon' take the bait
You sure you want a plate? This a gas station steak
That's a Pillsbury paste on that ass bakin' cakes
And when I'm takin' shape, you should prolly play it safe (yeah)
Guess I'm just another man, I'm not any better
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
Is this the end? Um, I really doubt it
No possessions, take the money, I could live without it
Neighbors hate to feel the bass, turn mine up the loudest
Fred Astaire, funny face, why you got it pouted?
Ay
I'm the bounty hunter dog, hot diggity
Took it on the chin like you Glenn, that's a giggity
Distro with the kid, fuck a split, what's a lickety?
You could say my Hickory's been home to many Chickadee's
Look, gullible is on the ceiling, you to Willoughby
Bergman's yellin' out, I'ma finish my soliloquy
If you ridin' with me, good luck gettin' the auxiliary
Bitches tryna fuck on the doctor that delivered me (damn)
Crazy, I get that shit from Patsy
"Save me," said Daisy, she think I'm Mr. Gatsby
With some—with some type of sick pup, little Daphne
Man's gotta be what he is, little lassie
Guess I'm just another man, I'm not any better
But I could prolly make it rain on you in any weather
How's it feel to be upgraded from a penny getter?
If he's such a fan, here's where he can send me letters
I went Christian Slater on this group of Heathers
And the way I blew some pressure, you could never
Call me legend, I don't think it's been disputed ever
Fragile body, break you off and then put you together
