Doomtree - Generator lyrics

Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / push it, push it / This is never settle (Mike) Clock em all day, chunk em all night / lookin for a fight / lean to the right or leave on your left / lean to the chest, drink to that bite / fock around and swing on a bigger man / Bing bing bing bing / ding ding, the bell ring in my head / shaved clean off the cleaver hand / Now the dude tink tink / click when he blink down the ramp of the minivan / Cuffs clink when they link round the wrist and I think / when I’m gonna sleep when I’m gonna eat again? / Give a what whatchoo think / give a none less whatchoo gonna do about / In the Minne we penny pinchin / any inch in we take a mile, style with a dump of pitch in, fixin a cinch / Have a Coke and a smirk, I’ll smack the taste out your shirt / Rushdie that or run a check / catch a fade or catch respect / Move around with a gat from a gun show / middle of a murder ‘Merica, murder murder not scareda ya / yeah I hearda ya, crew out like a hernia / We out (Stef) Had a rough one, the type make a man wanna jump from the top / and it s**s, make a tough wanna chuck hella rocks at the cops / but he stuck with his middle finger up lookin dumb on the block / out of luck with his generator dry tryna find a way to not die / Caught wide, open in the out there, no shade / going for the next wave, close shave / but he running out the clock though / Rock those in they silly a** faces / yeah, any damn day / I’ma reach out, you can touch faith / they can douse mud, we can soak bleach / Teach, work, live, speak that Doomtree (Hook) Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / Push it, push it / This is never settle / This is my theme song / hard as the brick that I cut my teeth on / soft as the science made you / push it, push it, push it / farther, louder, harder (Dessa) Full figure, nah full fact / bad with a ten-key, better with a black Bic / Ratchet clip for a garter belt / going Sally Hansen, nails hard as hell / Is that moonshine in a champagne flute? / Old English in a new tattoo? / What we do to be last the man standing / break an ankle to stick the landing / And I’ll be singing in the silo, let that echo clear my head / learn to tolerate the iocane, got real good at playing dead / Call to arms young statuettes / coquetting’s clever yet, bet / Venus de Milo’s better with her bayonet (Hook)