Gear

Lyrics

[Intro] I made a joke to you about the gear I'm talking 'bout the gear, gear, gear (Yeah) Real gear You know what I'm talkin'— (Yeah) Okay, yeah Can I talk to you about— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, I see you liking my old posts Like five in a row (Woah) No shade, that's human nature We some scrollin' ass souls Factory settings inside our bones, uh You wanna get up out the cold I'm tryna read up on your clothes I'm tryna read your whole love language, Rosetta Stone Like I don't know what's set in stone Or what's yet to be shapеd and molded All I know is that we all got herе kitted with our own gear Hibernating on the low like a polar bear Golden gloves, yeah I own a pair Guard up, trust issues installed in the muscle tissue My low ends go deep It's cool if your trunk rattles too By divine design or byproducts of the Jurrasic You a rare artifact and that's all facts How you gon' let your own hater brain battle rap you? That's how they condition us little crabs in Imperial buckets Yet I have the strongest blood pump, feeling like fuck it Had me chasing gear, feeling like I'm stuntin' She said get at me when you rockin' the means of production [Chorus] And I was showin' off my gear (Yeah) She was all about some real gear (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay (Yeah) Are we even speakin' from the [?] I feel we really talkin' (Yeah, yeah) She like, "You don't say" (Yeah, yeah, yeah) "Oh, you and I were just talking" (Yeah) [Verse 2] Damn Yeah, I was thinking An archeologist in a Delorean couldn't dig harder Than I dig on you when you talkin' that hard shit Analog girl in the world Elon built You gon' normalize eroticizing a Marxist Keep talking that way Fuck an algorithm, we move with the algae's rhythm On the floor like neanderthals In the strobe lights, gripping my balls Don't even try to figure out my [?] with your own I don't trust recipes if the page ain't sticky Deuces actin' like Neo in the Construct You don't gotta download the funk All the gear in you, bro Yo, put that shit on Splice You don't gotta download shit All the gear already in yo' soul My blood pump pump built by a mother and one son Who got up off the farm and did her things, a young gun My bones built by the guys she found funny Slidin' past in the buggy My songs get built off the unsung Since obedience, they ain't no [?] I ain't freaking on, some B.D.S.M From [?] to a pre-classic Back-to-back I [?] Back-to-back like the [?] logo on your chest Back-to-back like you don't know about sex All my recipes hittin' like Jack Dempsey Bon appétit, I hope you digest well I don' even know if I'm makin' sense I just switch on the gear and now I'm set [Chorus] I'm talking 'bout the real gear Yeah, I'm talking 'bout gear (Yeah) I'm talking 'bout the gear, gear (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) What if I show the insides of my gear (Yeah, yeah) Maybe we fuck with each other's real gear (Yeah) [Outro] Shout out to the shoulda, woulda, couldas Yeah, yeah, yeah