Lyrics: Andrew Sims/Stefon Alexander
Music: Andrew Sims/Stefon Alexander/Aaron Mader/John Samels
Flipping Cars （Shredders
Stepping like a concrete mixer
All these odd thoughts flicker
While these soft parts flutter
Churning all that glitter ain't gold
By the digits or they got 'em in the gutter
You can find it where the road hits the rubber stamp
Ode to the underbelly
Fold with the upper-hand Please
I tell myself breathe
I tell you pardon my reach
I thread the needle through the heart of the dream
To see which part of it bleeds
Yeah
Doin'donuts in an Acura in slow motion
'Cause life is cooler than you thought it was
Doors open both hands up eyes closed
Taking out a stop light that's my real life
Push buttons and write words and say 'em for work
And make nerds feel something as **** daily
Guaranteed stressed out with a dumb heart
And a V Chill Vibe but throw a TV at you crazy
b*****s say P you crazy
Then they get pissed that I said the word b*****s
Then I explain that I was quoting a rap guy
And that's how my rap dies
I laugh then laugh-cry
I was diggin'for a fire while you were gone fishin'reeling
I was key in the ignition peelin'
Listen to the tires squealin'
Feelin'inspired in spite o'all these flashin'red lights
I was maskin'my pain but I was feelin'all right
You were passin'that blame
While I was passin'that light
I was takin'that light tryna feel a little better
I was takin'that light makin'somethin'insane
I would make it galvanize
Put the metal to the flame
Eyes heavy 90's metal bass player vibe
Slowly c**kin'his head to one side
Creep city like I'm Cedar falls Iowa and that's fine
I get a **** yes out of a maybe
Make it wavy like whoa
Surf's up somethin'crazy
Do's what I feel like that's my real life