Mini Brute Lyrics & Tabs by Doomtree

Mini Brute

guitar chords lyrics

Doomtree

I came on my own two feet I left with the gasoline Walk back to my breakdown It came like a passing breeze Never know where it's taking me Patience, push that function Just ain't working now But I'll work it out I'll work it out Find me up with the art In the back of the building Installation creates the spaces I'm filling Still as dust, sculpted to beauty Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling They better off cause my corona burn they retina Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it They toss the board, pieces on the floor Games blown like so many tops Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me Up to me, chosen few Chose to be over you Greener green, better view Pick a beat, spit it true Choke it down, cough it up Are we on that next or what Is we up to healthy shit or nah, pro'lly better off Up with art on the side of the building Inspiration creates the race that I'm winning We livin and breathin in dust Yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut I'm bout to live it up or live for what On and on Mind yourself the water's deep Close to dawn Now's the time we earn our keep Rifle sleeping in my hand Enough dynamite to blow the dam So catch me if you Catch me if you Catch me if you can Picking up the bottle when the water's coming over me Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone Caller unknown, I'm falling to you, dry and alone With no sign of the wall I got this stone in my hands So catch me Catch me Catch me if you can The setup was a stunner Never saw the gunner coming Spent that summer in the gutter Look at that, it got me by the numbers Whole city got me out of line Busy bodies, idle minds Left me with a novel look, I title mine How to look like you're not shook and still look like a rolling dice Cooler than the polar but colder nights Goddamn that couldn't hold up Stay calm, foot on Napalm, rev up Get gone, red line, hang on, time up Function friction, fix shit, break it Pump that fiction, nothing's sacred Aces wild but faces flush in Pace and style, no baseless punches I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed City kids don't love that, mini brute tough act Stunt what? All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back! On and on Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone Close to dawn I came on my own two feet I left with the gasoline On and on Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone close to dawn It came like a passing breeze Never know where it's taking me Patience, push that function Just ain't working now But I'll work it out I'll work it out"