We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Chains

from Branch Out by Mr. DGAF

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

lyrics

I never finish what I start
I’ve stalled, I mean I’m stalling
Wait, I meant to say I’m Stallone
With a right hook to loan for anybody who’s boxed in
I’ll probably catch you in a body bag
‘Cause I been digging dirt on you suckas
Like a jolly ranch-er, jolly man till we parlay
I’m bout it bout it only on an off day,
Sautee beef, I’m andre the giant
With three stacks to build toys
Treat me like an outkast, now I’m feeling Big Boi
I’m a kill joy; people think they’ll rattle my cage
Until I show em what I’m planning, now the plan it has changed
The panic is great, Rome through the streets, I’m Cesar
With a sickness I’ve cured like its Planet of Apes
Where’s Franco? I’m stopping the song, wait
You try to lend a hand and get caught between
A rock and hard place

So put your hands in the air if you got one
And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms)
Get the whip, riding shotgun
Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all)
Who gives a fuck if the cops come?
Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop)
Until then let the song run
And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all)

I’m procrastinating all the time
You probably noticed by the style of the songs I write
Cause each verse has a pause, I’m like, dawg alright
I write the longest lines
And break em up with no care
And no flow, make a beat around it around it a jot shit
Twenty bars in looking back I laugh,
‘Cause I just wrote a half verse and forgot to rhyme
Oh well, call it life, or art, whatever makes it acceptable
For me to do what’s expected or less
And pass it off, like a Hail Mary hoping I open
The door and notice an answer I probably never would get
Fuck it; add it to my bucket list
Right ahead of being president
Of running shit, co-president, the dope residents
Of white, lie avenue
I kill ‘em all, call the shit the My Lai Massacre so…

So put your hands in the air if you got one
And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms)
Get the whip, riding shotgun
Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all)
Who gives a fuck if the cops come?
Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop)
Until then let the song run
And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all)

I don’t care what the charts have
I want the hearts man,
Take every rhyme I write
And show the value of that,
And it probably wouldn’t fit up on a bar graph
I make shit for the pacifists, do it today
For all the kids who never said fuck you to your face
I can relate, from seeing people bottle it too
Or turning to a bottle just to swallow the truth
I’m acknowledging you,
For every kid had a crush in sixth grade
But never got to follow it through
It’s time for a change; throw your arms through the roof
And zone out, bout as often as it’s possible to
And confess what you love, ‘fore it’s gone and you lose
Cause when it’s said and it’s done, all you’ve got is in you
Yeah, so play the song and get loose
Cause today is the day we acknowledge the truth

credits

from Branch Out, released February 17, 2015

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

W.O.L.F. Raleigh, North Carolina

contact / help

Contact W.O.L.F.

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like W.O.L.F., you may also like: