Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Rain on the glass pane Blood in the metal vein Flicker of the neon sign Everything is doing fine Grease on my flannel sleeve Tricks that you won't believe Grifters come to play the game But they don't even know my name [Hook] Heavy 808s in the F minor Nothing could be any finer Low end hitting in the chest Put the city noise to rest Muted cowbell on the beat Watching shadows on the street [Chorus] Smoke a menthol in the dark Waiting for the engine spark I see the hustle from a mile Cracking just a little smile They think they got the upper hand I'm the king of all this land Wrench is turning in the rain Washing out the local stain [Post-Chorus] Static in the lo-fi air I don't even have a care Static in the lo-fi air I don't even have a care [Break] [Verse] Chipped paint on the fender I am not a big spender I just keep the gears tight Working through the black night Guy pulls up with a fake plate Telling me it's far too late I just point to the open sign Everything is doing fine [Bridge] Murky water in the drain Soul sample for the pain Chopped and screwed up in the mix Got a lot of things to fix But my mind is steady gold Stories that are never told [Breakdown] [Verse] Flannel shirt is soaked through I know what I gotta do Grifters trying for a score Walking through my garage door I just show 'em to the gate Tell 'em that they're out of date Keep the swagger in the walk I don't even need to talk [Chorus] Smoke a menthol in the dark Waiting for the engine spark I see the hustle from a mile Cracking just a little smile They think they got the upper hand I'm the king of all this land Wrench is turning in the rain Washing out the local stain [Post-Chorus] Static in the lo-fi air I don't even have a care Static in the lo-fi air I don't even have a care [Outro]
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