The Gates

歌詞

I was at the gates Ram’s legs, my pizza black, my plants dead My planet X, I might bleed green I’m what’s under the uncut chia seed I’m what, what, what, what from the guillotine A little flea and tick, a little fever dream A little plead the fifth Roadkill, I’m off leash I don’t heel and I’m hung from an unkind mobile It turn one misstep into bonemeal Look, daybreak, I’m lights out My kind sleeps upside down It’s sci-fi, red tide, my hi and bye make record time I go three, two, one, desensitize No lie, tell death he could get in line K, hellspawn, I’m no joke I eat brains, I throw bolts I know easy prey, I seen broken oaths I go marching in, I’m all, “Oh-ee-oh” I know a rodeo from these pony shows I don’t stay for tea, I can’t slow the code, I go Coyote, alone and ghost I’m in the goddamn smoke, ear, nose, and throat Ayy, yo, fresh pot, my favorite mug Aes Rock, my day sucked Agent of all things deep-sixed I feel like I was put here to keep the crypt I get tired of bread, I might eat the rich I ain’t seen a leader, just feeder fish You want free weed, you want free shit I mean, dude I was at the gates Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit I know both sides of that tough love They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother I was at the gates Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit I know both sides of that bloodlust They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother Rat tail, my backdrop’s all black sails Dog bite and my bird curse Cross-eyed, world’s worst Troglodyte, I might split the blinds I’m like Vincent Van with that instant rice I write cryptograms at all waking hours I tattoo the mail and all paper towels I’m on the kitchen walls, I may paint the house It could breach the yard, it’s omega-bound Game face on dour days, y’all gang-gang’s like, “How quaint” Gangway for that false start vs. freight trains through stalled cars Shame, shame, shit’s so wack, show you back to this moth jar Death wish from day one, I wake up and it rain blood Raincheck these fuck shows, I’m donezo, my brain’s mush Drumroll, I might piss straight, loose tooth in my spit shake Every possible Futurama come trooping out of his pill case And I ricochet in my steel cage, one still heart and two hill’s eyes A few meal bars, a good field knife, I feel good, no field guide Just deicide by tea at five Once ate a whole gluestick in like two bites I do this, I mean, yo I was at the gates Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit I know both sides of that tough love They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother I was at the gates Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit I know both sides of that bloodlust They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother Bear paw, my handshake, oh dear God Bare bones, a few air holes Barefoot, my square glows Scarecrows, who goes there? And like who’s where when that snare close? Bare hands on this bear trap For what’s staring back in his periscope A little care package out of Where’s Waldo in a rare beige No fair at all, dyed hair and all Push foot, I go mach 1, I’m all, “Woosh, woosh” I don’t pussyfoot, I make potholes, my path home is all drop zones Flash bulbs and strobe lights, road signs with crossbones Touché from our killjoys who know humanoids are just hit points Ain’t cop that new heat, that newspeak’s all pink noise I’m more mood piece around street food In my PJs and my snowshoes About dog fights in those dungeons And lil’ dust-ups in y’all’s throne room It’s fun stuff, low moon and my tombstone say, “Hell no” Hell yeah to more hail storms aboard ships on St. Elmo’s My dream home has like ten thousand deadbolts and less than no windows I mean, shit I was at the gates Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit I know both sides of that tough love They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother I was at the gates Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit I know both sides of that bloodlust They’re both mud, that’s what’s up That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up Straight up and, straight up and down, don’t even bother