Vin Skully

I re–

I re–

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Big grip, get flipped

Hand over fist, that's quick

Snake oil salesman with the pitch, that's slick

Ain't no tellin' when it end

No matter the spin, I know when I got a hit

That's it, that shit get sent over the fence

I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid

I remember the cold and shruggin' till I was sore inside the crib

I don't know what it is

I remember the ghost inside the crib

Hosin' down the problem with gin and tonic

How to stay afloat in a bottomless pit

The trick is to stop fallin'

Only option to start with a step, bet

Son of father and death

Big mama with the vision of sorrow, now I know why they wept

I watched it brew into a quarrel, I knew just what to bet

Now we halvin' like Dewey Cox out in the shed

I had to unify all the plurals in pairs

I promise you don't truly want no parts of this shit

A couple side splitters got me outta some jams

I had to style a little so the killers could laugh

Big grip, get flipped

Hand over fist, that's quick

Snake oil salesman with the pitch

Ain't no tellin' when it end

No matter the spin, I know when I got a hit

That's it, that shit get sent over the fence

I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid

I remember the cold and shruggin' till I was sore inside the crib

Now I know what it is

I remember

Lord, have mercy

You know everybody has their different, uh, ways

Mama said...

And, uh, what they use 'em for

But we'll let them explain that to you