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ryan kopperud - get gross lyrics

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[verse 1: ryan kopperud]
from backyard barbecues to bellied up at the bar
we’re beatin’ ‘em to the punch, and suckin’ down on some tar
bright lights small city, dreams of goin’ far
goin’ down with the ship, and goin’ over the scars
they call me ‘kid without a home’
but you could find me ’round town at the triple rock
tryin’ to get dome like danny brown
and you can keep your molly and lean
been tryin’ not to k!ll myself with this liquor and nicotine, get gross

[chorus: the van gobots & ryan kopperud]
but i’m so broke, we got them bills to pay
i could rob a bank, but then again i could stick up a place
in this fast world i live
this is a dirty life, why keep your hands clear? get gross
grindin’ out the blood, sweat, and tears, get gross
my city, who said art had to be prеtty? get gross
kinda crazy, and tryin’ to stay busy, get gross

[verse 2: ryan kopperud]
folkin’ out with my yokles and findin’ another loophole
been addin’ up all the totals and findin’ myself bamboozled
i made the d+mn rope, in this ladder i’m climbin’
now they say it’s just a tick+tock matter of timing
and i could give a sh+t about a neck full of diamonds
i’m just tryin’ to inscribe my dark clouds with silver linings
keep my nose to the grindstone, spend mine rhyming
so i can pop for the first time kinda like a well, get gross

[chorus: the van gobots & ryan kopperud]
but i’m so broke, we got them bills to pay
i could rob a bank, but then again i could stick up a place
in this fast world i live
this is a dirty life, why keep your hands clear? get gross
grindin’ out the blood, sweat, and tears, get gross
my city, who said art had to be pretty? get gross
kinda crazy, and tryin’ to stay busy, get gross

[verse 3: ryan kopperud]
i don’t play for keeps, i’ve never been good at games
no cyclones, but i get twistered all the same
snorting lines of dialogue, digital and +n+log
got a slammer gettin’ pogs, smoking like we’re making fog
i slur words, i’m tipsy and sparkin’ flames
gettin’ p+ssy with the ‘gobots, and hollerin’ at dames
and we don’t mean nothin’ by it
just lettin’ off some steam, i encourage you to try it, get gross



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