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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Death Grips
Death Grips
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Death Grips
Death Grips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Death Grips
Death Grips
Producer
John Greenham
John Greenham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Burn through it, burn through it
I'm not takin' turns to it, turns to it
You know we burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it
Coughin' up sirens, I'm firin'
Krokodil, lips off your smile
Quit that fidget looks suspicious
Who that screw that ain't got my digits?
Fear over pride (lil' boy)
Flood, you can't hide (lil' boy)
Face of a woman (lil' boy)
Tears of a child (lil' boy)
I'm rising sign of sulphur
Skeletal bell toller
Handle in each of my tentacles
I'm moonshining juice, don't try me
Live to feel life beat me, nothing hurts
I'm seething, your smoke signals proceed me
I'm inside my TV with everyone, but I can see me
(Why are you here?)
Fear over pride (lil' boy)
Flood, you can't hide (lil' boy)
Face of a woman (lil' boy)
Tears of a child (lil' boy)
Burn through it, burn through it
I'm not takin' turns to it, turns to it
You know we burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it (ay, ay)
You know we-
You know we burn through it, burn through it
I'm not takin' turns to it, turns to it
You know we-
See myself come spin through top of you
My flint lit slit that attitude
Lil' brain got confused
Choo, choo train of thought in my logic loop
Fear over pride (lil' boy)
Flood, you can't hide (lil' boy)
Face of a woman (lil' boy)
Tears of a child (lil' boy)
Broken hands on all my fingers
Buckle down my knuckles like screamers
Stitch up my blown out trench with leather streamers
I'm chain-linked fence that splits dream and dreamer
I keep 'em hangin' from my balcony, shrivel in my sun
Warm piss showin' through his cheap slacks, this bitch is done
Open my front, ragin' like I've never slept
Make him cry like a baby formula on the breath
Needle of your eye (lil' boy)
River Nile wide (lil' boy)
Fear over pride (lil' boy)
Flood, you can't hide (lil' boy)
Face of a woman (lil' boy)
Tears of a child (lil' boy)
In a foreign land (lil' boy)
Single file
You know we burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it
You know we burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it
Burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it
You know we burn through it, burn through it
We ain't takin' turns to it, turns to it
Written by: Death Grips
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