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Death Grips Is Online Lyrics

Death Grips – Death Grips Is Online Lyrics

from album: Year Of The Snitch (2018)
[Verse 1]
I’m doing handstands on a trans am
Pretty pretty nine
Spinning spinning blind
Fitting into crime
Itch to fuck and grind
Death grips is online
Drinking from its spine
Living till i’m fine
Pretty pretty nine
Color me a cult
Echo in my throat
Cut it for a smoke
Took it for a spin
Spun it out to float
Blew me as a friend
Fuck it i’m a go
Death grips is online
Black madonna womb
Collar for a goon
Suck it till you’re stole
Steal me a new role
Hunger of a chain
Through this mud cling
Don’t let you pose
On a blue rose
Lick a lick a grim
Set it chrome again
Chemical to learn
Load it up and gleam
Sprinter out a curve
Shooting up a scene
Bitter end to share
Blotter in the air

[Bridge]
Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a

[Chorus]
Pretty pretty nine
Pity pity motherfucker
Pretty pretty nine
In your city motherfucker
No laws here
Air soft start popping off
That flack get quit
Snitches wear
Pretty pretty nine
Pretty pretty nine
Dirty dirty strip mall sugar

[Bridge]
Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a

[Verse 2]
Melody to hail
Symphony to dick
Jealousy to file
Entropy to flip
Felony you buy
Indica i rip
Hella hella hot
Flagging like i’m not
Vanish as i can
Damage as i been
Ultra other shit
Minus all the trim
Catalyst to milk
Memory to stiff
Break it to the hilt
Fuck it like a kiss
Paper tiger boss
Pussy wanna front
Shake it like the law
Only cool to hunt
Take it like a hint
Miss it get the dick
Climber get a jerk
Super ape as shit
Nightly on a tram
Knuckle white the stance
Phaedra ‘hind the cam
Work us in a trance
Lock us in her van
Drive us outer space
Day we never land
Only thing I’ll taste

[Bridge]
Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a

[Chorus]
Pretty pretty nine
Pity pity motherfucker
Pretty pretty nine
In your city motherfucker
No laws here
Air soft start popping off
That flack get quit
Snitches wear
Pretty pretty nine
Pretty pretty nine
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Songwriters: Stefan Burnett, Andy Morin, Zachary Hills
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