Gray Duck (Live)

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