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Holy Sock Gang - The Committee Lyrics
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To dream of seventeen
You looked so promising I Know
It's not home
Days of old
We cant go
Up and at it, Survive what you could not manage
Had addicts underneath my attic
First year in Van a wack MC dissed my fashion
Lookin' back I shoulda slapped his bitch ass
Y'all opinion is null
I do what I want
You be fakin' the funk
Just a gaggle of punks
I don't make this shit up
So make no mistake when the vibe I serve you is blatant as f*ck
It's all love till it's gone after that it's on
We don't break bread no more, man I watch the throne
Never know what might come off the top the dome
Hat low
Late night, thru the park, walking home
Sock gang chop politics till it stop makin' sense
That's when I pull the light out for the swish
Toss ducats to my ex's lil sister
But for you I be throwin' more shade than an eclipse lets get it now
Holy Sock Gang The Committee
Pull your socks up stop trippin' and get widdit
We be puttin' on shows in the city for minute
Did it all for some pennies, put your hands up to the ceiling now
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Look at the world through a different lens
Are those ashes from my mother or a cigarette?
Go, go, blow smoke, wondering what it's like to be the butt of my own joke
Y'all chasing after wind, call it what you wanna
Product of Babylon, chronic, self sabotage
Wanna see who flows hotter?
But you just Flint; no water,
Just spit- Oh lordy Real shit, Bill Hicks, George Carlin
Talkin' to 'em similar to Rick to Morty
Lure pigs to a Pickton party, how ironic
Till they flood the streets like Harvey everyday
Entertain the Devil's play for Heaven's sake
I'm a train on two rails that went their separate ways
Sum of several thousand yesterday's, say you feel the same but you can't relate...
Feel me?
Holy Sock Gang The Committee
Pull your socks up stop trippin' and get widdit
We be puttin' on shows in the city for minute
Did it all for some pennies, put your hands up to the ceiling now
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
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To dream of seventeen
You looked so promising I Know
It's not home
Days of old
We cant go
Up and at it, Survive what you could not manage
Had addicts underneath my attic
First year in Van a wack MC dissed my fashion
Lookin' back I shoulda slapped his bitch ass
Y'all opinion is null
I do what I want
You be fakin' the funk
Just a gaggle of punks
I don't make this shit up
So make no mistake when the vibe I serve you is blatant as f*ck
It's all love till it's gone after that it's on
We don't break bread no more, man I watch the throne
Never know what might come off the top the dome
Hat low
Late night, thru the park, walking home
Sock gang chop politics till it stop makin' sense
That's when I pull the light out for the swish
Toss ducats to my ex's lil sister
But for you I be throwin' more shade than an eclipse lets get it now
Holy Sock Gang The Committee
Pull your socks up stop trippin' and get widdit
We be puttin' on shows in the city for minute
Did it all for some pennies, put your hands up to the ceiling now
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Look at the world through a different lens
Are those ashes from my mother or a cigarette?
Go, go, blow smoke, wondering what it's like to be the butt of my own joke
Y'all chasing after wind, call it what you wanna
Product of Babylon, chronic, self sabotage
Wanna see who flows hotter?
But you just Flint; no water,
Just spit- Oh lordy Real shit, Bill Hicks, George Carlin
Talkin' to 'em similar to Rick to Morty
Lure pigs to a Pickton party, how ironic
Till they flood the streets like Harvey everyday
Entertain the Devil's play for Heaven's sake
I'm a train on two rails that went their separate ways
Sum of several thousand yesterday's, say you feel the same but you can't relate...
Feel me?
Holy Sock Gang The Committee
Pull your socks up stop trippin' and get widdit
We be puttin' on shows in the city for minute
Did it all for some pennies, put your hands up to the ceiling now
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
Holy, Holy, Holy Sock Gang
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Writer: Jakub Strouhal, John Ryan Munro, Kelvin Munro
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