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transit22 - throw the match lyrics

hook: throw the match
we don’t ever look back at the ash
blood stains in my t–th
as i laugh
walking through the fire whiskey
in my flask
my brother
throw the match
my brother
throw the match

[verse 1]: milk’s gone bad
travel a lot
mail piles up
and the apples will rot
the fickle wanna ask
if we can battle or not
i say unravel the knot
and a rattle will pop
walk down the block
with a handful of rocks
looking at goliath
like he cattle to prod
the sky is the limit
they can’t handle the fog
if our van break down
we bringin’ camels & dogs
giddy up divvy up all of the rations
irrational
p-ssion in casual
fashion
you travel with snakes
samuel jackson
actors with accents no actual rappin
the other day i threw
my ring in the ocean
& thanked god that i wrapped
it up in a trojan
heroes never look back at explosions
so we keep goin’
& never trust no one

hook: throw the match
we don’t ever look back at the ash
blood stains in my t–th
as i laugh
walking through the fire
whiskey in my flask
my brother
throw the match
my brother
throw the match

verse 2 [ft. p.o.s]:
i been burnt
lit it
hold it too long
forget it
i ain’t learnt
this whole sh-t’s a mess
but f-ck it i’m with it
all my years
all my fears
have come true
but nothing has k!lled me
who are you?
lol
at your face
sh-t yeah
come get me
my whole crew is made
of monsters
we driven
how you been livin?
i stay riding
with some h-ll bent
on doing
we keep sh-t moving
ain’t no use
unless we cruise
with a view
that is truly
worth looking at
murder every sycophant
serve the servants ipecac
i’m barf incarnate
hit alarms and
carve a part to flee
i been starving just to eat you
my only purpose is free
yeah
barking up like every single tree
wrong or right
if i die tonight
just know i’m doing it
extra in the afterlife

hook: throw the match
we don’t ever look back at the ash
blood stains in my t–th
as i laugh
walking through the fire whiskey
in my flask
my brother
throw the match
my brother
throw the match

verse 3:
so much flavors
like the mic of a dive bar
throw the match
follow through
with the side arm
get money
f-ck critics
make you a pie chart
ain’t gonna be a b-tch
in record label side cars
no way no sir
not a dodo
f-ck a pose
x-rays as the promo
good to know
drunk in a row boat
need to find god
still can’t from my phone though
direct in from my heart
to an xlr
drop a flow
leave the bar
with the smell of tar
bed of stars in the sky
yeah we set apart
never put the fame
& the women
ahead of art
cut ties
burn it down
like it’s fort mac
rep alberta
& the people
who support that
all in with a bluff
and a short stack
hoping that it doubles
next time we report back

- transit22 lyrics

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