Garage by ANTICULTURE Lyrics
[Chorus: Danny Ray]
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Verse 1: Danny Ray]
Fucking with me you get fucked up (I’m fucked up)
Ain’t no punching we drink till the sun up (till the sun)
Call the love doves cause it’s all wings when I’m flying through in my new suit (in my new suit)
Vintage shit
All my old school
I don’t feel it that
That shit old news
Use the pro tools
But it’s all yours
You can have it better take a picture with it
Hologram it you gon fake the image
Crawling through my brain to the tunnel vision
Breaking all the glass
Uh
Stepping on you leave the mud on that
Frosty young pallet I need me a salad
With all of the extras I’m fucking with cameras
And classes with angles my back is amazing
I’m back in the back in the back of the matrix
[Chorus: Danny Ray]
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Verse 2: Jano]
Make a run for the light (for the light)
Grab a handle for the mic (for the mic)
When the odds seeming tipped off (yeah)
That's the odds that I like (that I like)
Don't fall for the pump fake
Not relaxed but I'm comfy
Kicked back like I'm punting
Caught up on one thing
Rather be back against the wall
Damned if I should fall
Destined for greatness my prophecy
Fond of finer things
Never find the seems
So I ride the beam
Finished with marks of a winning team
I take home the bling
Now my ringer ring ring ring
Can't take a message my hands are busy
Called a friend of many but I'm not involved
Handing out cups of the alcohol
Fuck with y'all
[Chorus: Danny Ray]
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Bridge: Lucas]
Try and see the side you're on
I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you're on
I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
[Bridge 2: Danny Ray & Jano]
Kickflip
I don't want nothing to do with you
On a split lip
I got myself and I got my crew
Need a quick sip
Better you falling off later boo
Got a quick tip
Having the people look back at you
Uh
Kickflip
I don't want nothing to do with you
On a split lip
I got myself and I got my crew
Need a quick sip
Better you falling off later boo
Got a quick tip
Having the people look back at you
Uh
[Verse 3: Lucas]
Oh no dem boys done got you stirred up in it
Now you down to choices you know you don’t win in
Best not bite this hand
It’ll find your head
Real quicker than quick like there's lightning in it
Call up any chance that you got
We know you’ll be on hold for minute
Lack soul for a minute
Cuz there’s plenty chance that shit drop
And leave you in the road
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I built my alpine
Summit of the year
Killed my right mind
Nothing interfere
Like her left thigh head high
Bumping up my ear
All them bumping up my ear
Now my number need a clear
Now I’m stressed out (I know, I know)
Cause I’m obsessed now (my home, my home)
Is with the left out
Better forgotten and unchecked
Checking on if you ever forgotten who’s on set
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Verse 1: Danny Ray]
Fucking with me you get fucked up (I’m fucked up)
Ain’t no punching we drink till the sun up (till the sun)
Call the love doves cause it’s all wings when I’m flying through in my new suit (in my new suit)
Vintage shit
All my old school
I don’t feel it that
That shit old news
Use the pro tools
But it’s all yours
You can have it better take a picture with it
Hologram it you gon fake the image
Crawling through my brain to the tunnel vision
Breaking all the glass
Uh
Stepping on you leave the mud on that
Frosty young pallet I need me a salad
With all of the extras I’m fucking with cameras
And classes with angles my back is amazing
I’m back in the back in the back of the matrix
[Chorus: Danny Ray]
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Verse 2: Jano]
Make a run for the light (for the light)
Grab a handle for the mic (for the mic)
When the odds seeming tipped off (yeah)
That's the odds that I like (that I like)
Don't fall for the pump fake
Not relaxed but I'm comfy
Kicked back like I'm punting
Caught up on one thing
Rather be back against the wall
Damned if I should fall
Destined for greatness my prophecy
Fond of finer things
Never find the seems
So I ride the beam
Finished with marks of a winning team
I take home the bling
Now my ringer ring ring ring
Can't take a message my hands are busy
Called a friend of many but I'm not involved
Handing out cups of the alcohol
Fuck with y'all
[Chorus: Danny Ray]
My shit is a eight we don’t fake no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
Running with the apes we don’t bathe no more
My shit is a eight I don’t fake no more
I’m with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don’t say no more
[Bridge: Lucas]
Try and see the side you're on
I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you're on
I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
[Bridge 2: Danny Ray & Jano]
Kickflip
I don't want nothing to do with you
On a split lip
I got myself and I got my crew
Need a quick sip
Better you falling off later boo
Got a quick tip
Having the people look back at you
Uh
Kickflip
I don't want nothing to do with you
On a split lip
I got myself and I got my crew
Need a quick sip
Better you falling off later boo
Got a quick tip
Having the people look back at you
Uh
[Verse 3: Lucas]
Oh no dem boys done got you stirred up in it
Now you down to choices you know you don’t win in
Best not bite this hand
It’ll find your head
Real quicker than quick like there's lightning in it
Call up any chance that you got
We know you’ll be on hold for minute
Lack soul for a minute
Cuz there’s plenty chance that shit drop
And leave you in the road
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I built my alpine
Summit of the year
Killed my right mind
Nothing interfere
Like her left thigh head high
Bumping up my ear
All them bumping up my ear
Now my number need a clear
Now I’m stressed out (I know, I know)
Cause I’m obsessed now (my home, my home)
Is with the left out
Better forgotten and unchecked
Checking on if you ever forgotten who’s on set