Iron Head Cold

Slow it up, burn it down, navigate any terrain
Last a broken back, I guess it’s time to make a change
Swerved inside of our lane and they’ve been trying to maintain
Tree and sermons like detergent and hope would cleanse any stain
If that don’t slow ‘em up, shit I carry a four pack
Treat the deed like a block, I followed the fool back now
Iron head ‘hey-ed' but then is hey fucking nay-ed
More concerned about the bass, a motherfucker’s on display
Another stamp on the passport, baggage at the airport
If you ain’t in it to win it, what the fuck are you there for
Therefore rather stingy with trust, reality merchants sprinkle DMT
The scenery bugged, couldn’t trust him ‘round your sister
At least she kept it a buck, put his heart on his cordon sleeve
But only ever rolled ‘em up, back in my day we rolled ‘em up
Like what the fuck is a dab, I don’t know man, shucks
Relocate to the northwest where the summers ain’t bad
And the cheek is rocked, used novellas, pen and the pad with
Very little makeup, reservations are smash
Keep it cooler than the mid-Autumn night in the northern France now
Feeling like a leper whenever levers are stuck
Cut skin like leather, four seasons weathered enough
‘I am that I am,' he chanting but goddam
Heavy metal plans and recalled the Summer of Sam, blam
Victims all shared a common bond what’s that
They all crossed his path in his monologue
Decent for the night sky, nodding off
Moves with no hitch coke rock the Rachmaninoff
Dock you for that full products costs are nada
when yada, yada, yada
You’re boy got the persona of a molotov
Ha, don’t miss the forest for the trees
Fatalism a most relatably incurable disease
His last words are like, «ah, you know my steez»
Stewing up that that lamb existed in the breeze
Shame he only knew one speed
Kept a grip tape adhesive to the bottom of his feet