Gross Loans

Lyrics
[Intro: David Kaplan] Now you see it You know what I mean about space? Quick glimpse after It's what nobody understands [Verse 1: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Lost sons, [?] Bloody knuckles with my number one Back when people get some On T.V. [?] bombs drop from above On mothers and their sons [Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Mothers and their sons Mothers and their sons They push my knuckles under the sun No, they're not the number ones [Verse 2: Julian Cashwan Pratt] So, creeping demons me wanna employ Cinder block take out the windows and the sheet rock Artificial wolves, they walk and never stop Remembеr gross loans No cops, empty homes [Refrain: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Therе's a dark wood that's growing down my body It's tethering me [?] designs Gross loans! [Verse 3: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Drunk stumble Up in my city, no, who's here? Words stuck in gullet, you should steer clear Weak stomach, oven, feel fear Some comment, [?] for my dear [Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Mothers and their sons Mothers and their sons They push my knuckles under the sun No, they're not the number one [Verse 4: Julian Cashwan Pratt] Creeping demons me wanna employ Cinder block take out the windows and the sheet rock Artificial wolves, they walk and never stop Remember gross loans No cops, empty homes [Refrain: Julian Cashwan Pratt] There's a dark wood that's growing down my body It's tethering me Old-world design Gross loans! [Outro: David Kaplan] Your spirit rolls, grows to the height that you are willing to take a stand and fight and say, "You know what, I don't need anything to fuck with. All I need is the fucking ocean. And anything you want from me and anything you want me to do for you is not gonna work."
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Credits
- Writers
- Julian Cashwan Pratt
- Harlan Steed
- David Kaplan
- Gabriel Millman (producer)