Shredders - Flipping cars

[Verse 1: Sims]
Stepping like a concrete mixer
All these odd thoughts flicker
While these soft parts flutter
Churning all that glitter ain't gold
By the digits or they got 'em in the gutter
You can find it where the road hits the rubber stamp
Ode to the underbelly
Fold with the upper-hand? Please
I tell myself "breathe"
I tell you "pardon my reach"
I thread the needle through the heart of the dream
To see which part of it bleeds

[Verse 2: P.O.S.]
Yeah
Doin' donuts in an Acura in slow motion
Cause life is cooler than you thought it was
Doors open, both hands up, eyes closed
Taking out a stop light, that's my real life

Push buttons and write words and say em for work
And make nerds feel something as fuck daily
Guaranteed stressed out with a dumb heart
And a V Chill Vibe but throw a TV at you crazy
Bitches say "P, you crazy"
Then they get pissed that I said the word "bitches"
Then I explain that I was quoting a rap guy
And that's how my rap dies
I laugh then laugh-cry


[Verse 3: Sims & P.O.S.]
I was diggin' for a fire while you were gone fishin', reeling
I was key in the ignition, peelin'
Listen to the tires squealin'
Feelin' inspired in spite o' all these flashin' red lights
I was maskin' my pain but I was feelin' all right

You were passin' that blame
While I was passin' that light
I was takin' that light, tryna feel a little better
I was takin' that light, makin' somethin' insane
I would make it galvanize
Put the metal to the flame
Eyes, heavy 90's metal bass player vibe
Slowly cockin' his head to one side
Creep City like I'm Cedar Falls, Iowa, and that's fine

I get a "fuck yes" out of a "maybe"
Make it wavy like whoa
Surf's up somethin' crazy
Do's what I feel like, that's my real life