Music: Alex Hindley
[Verse 1]
Gimme' the loot
Gimme' me a country
Gimme' the sights, give me the stomach
Get me from sea to seas and face to face and I'm punching
Gimme' them passion pits, (Uh) gimme' them Nike ticks and I'm running
Gimme' a high ball on the low sell, gimme' a hotel with the button
Gimme' the fashion lights
Gimme' epilepsy on a stroll
Gimme' the tits and teeth and ass and feet and carry me into their home
Gimme' a number one
Matter fact make all the masters I own
Gimme' the danger of masses and swarms of assassins so I don't feel all on my own
Gimme' a marble floor
Designed and polished so fine i won't see who I was before
I know a star is born
Gimme' a hundred whores
Gimme' all shape and size I'll leave my mind outside the door
What else do they make it for?
The way I was bred
The way I was raised, the way I would eat (the way I was fed)
The way I was nurtured, way I was nervous (Ways I was dead)
I've come to collect
You owe the me that much (You heard what I said)
I'd rather tootsie slide passed humble pie
Go right on by to the skinny side of my leg
I am the Caesar, I am the king, I am of Sparta
I am a knight, I am a peasant, I am a farmer
I am your mother a sister brother cousin or daughter
I am a shapeshifting, soul trading beggar who haggles and barters
I will be homeless
I will be back bone boneless and I will be focused
I will be made, I will be prey, I will be hopeless
I will be styled, I will be rich
They make my choices I won’t resist
And I will be voiceless
I will be voiceless
I will be
[Bridge]
(Just gimme' the loot)
That's what the **** I'm saying man
It's not even that deep
It's not even matter of, do I make it at home
Or do I make it on some ****ing stage touring the world
Like its not even something that even comes into my head
I would just ****ing do, like anything for that you no what I mean?
Like I'm telling the gods honest truth man
Like I'm, I promise you I'll always stay my ****ing self man
I ain't a ****ing sell out man
I'm gonna be who I wanna be for the rest of my ****ing life man
[Verse 2]
I've got these bloody knuckles from punching them pads every day
I got some arthritis from my ****ing fighting, I'll be battling keys in the cave
D.O.T.S over nothing, Dead Kennedy's coughing in coffins
All punks will arise from the grave, what can I say?
I'll get my respect when I'm dead but my sets come alive on the stage
That's not "fugazi"
Smoke machine make it so hazy
Y'all can not spy when they lazy
Built off that sample pack sold for lil' babies
Shoot from the hip but I hit without aiming
Label the labels as just entertaining
Peeping a peer review honest and scathing
I got no role models somebody save me
I got that eye in the triangle waiting
In god we trust
Scratched off by angels of dust
Death rattle percussion a must
Close every door left reverb to rust
Valhalla’s the only place left to be touched
Gimme the subs
Bunched and all tied to my guts
Clipping the wings and my lungs, compressor on tongues
I'll never see sense in defeat 'till the moment I’m beat by my blood
Gimme' the locked eyes with the sound guy buzzing bar fly's on the floor
Gimme' the tally lines for the failed try’s and my best friend keeping score
Gimme' a table to lay all all the money I make and the quickest route out the door
Gimme' nothing to show for this life that I chose and I promise I’ll beg you for more
Gimme' the loot
Find anything I can lose, the prize pool it spills by the youth
Despite honest truth
Gold is still prized by the shine but your portion is chewed by the tooth
Gimme' the loot
Forever I’ll ask that of you, disgusted you asked me for proof
I’ll chant till it’s true
Gimme' the loot
Just gimme the loot
Just gimme the loot
Just gimme the loot