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terry gross - dessa lyrics

[verse 1]
ever since i was a little predator
mom’s like, don’t get ahead of her
i was on the hunt for something better than the regular
and i knew there was candy at the register
so not about to settle for the vegetables
full grown, still got a sweet tooth
still tryna climb all the walls i can see, you
take your influences wichoo
everywhere you go
mine were carmen sandiego
lauryn hill and terry gross
but i’ve been playing hard to keep:
kiss and teleport
dark roots where the bleach won’t reach
man, that’s gotta be a metaphor
but i’m still tryna storyboard it
call me back if it’s important
if you’re looking for me
on this tinder sh*t about partners in crime
seems like bonnie’s working little harder than clyde
when it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership
cuz my accomplice is completely incompetent

[nonsense 1 (twizzlers)]
i don’t need a drink menu. i’ll take a white wine. through a twizzler. great. thanks, man
[verse 2]
two bars walk into a joke
first is a gold bar, other is soap
yo, lemme get the punchline i’m worth most
gold says with a glass too full to toast
but soap makes her voice go real low
leans close
rarely one to go boast
but when the banks hit the b*tton, the credit goes down to nothing
and the flood waters come in, then let’s see who floats
watch for unintended consequences—those you don’t see
the initials of your girlfriend could k!ll the f*cking oak tree
nothing in my pocket but the body heat
travel light, and mind your manners, man
that’s my foreign policy

i’m that netflix chick
see the pieces on the ceiling—
the strategy above me
all the moves when i’m competing:
i’ll arrive by lightning bolt
leave by cannonball
the china’s fine, man
the bull’s mechanical

[nonsense 2 (robots)]
before we continue this conversation, i just have to make sure you’re not a robot. here, which one of these pictures have buses? robots will never be able to figure out buses
[outro]
a base hit is the son of a pitch
a tanning bed is the sun of the rich
son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists
don’t go broke, looking for something to fix

- dessa lyrics

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