Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Buck
Ben Buck
Songwriter
Nathan Painter
Nathan Painter
Songwriter
Kevin Naquin
Kevin Naquin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Nearly 20 feet below Congress Ave, a Major archeological find Boney remains of Mastodons (yeah yuh) Mast- Mast Mast Mast Mast Mastodons Yo an Austin Mastodon I'm lamping off of South Congress Spinning on the tables you can say I'm on deck Be honest, I'm on that, not worried about a call back I keep it to the tee hit tracks like baseball bats So fall flat. They seem to fumble when yall pass Walking through the city like I printed a hallpass Digging elephant bones I settle the score Yeah I'm coming from the soil so you know that I better perform Been here before, from the kick off to the end of the tour I look 'em in the eye like center of storms I splinter your form Getting up from excavation Waiting in the lobby gotta thank 'em for their patience Kept it underground till it hits the gas station Last thing you saw right before the tunnel caved in As news leaked out about the discovery, the curious began gathering Now what I'm saying is yall hating it don't make sense Waiting for me to fall in the holes you had placed in They named for Nathan but to me it's so outrageous When I'm so outspoken for the city that I'm raised in Ok then how does that sound, we get shot down Sending shocks 'round the world Then we begin to jot down thoughts how We 'gone tear the top down We 'gone let 'em fall out Fuck it have a fallout Let one of us fall down It'll be the pound of the underground Blood and thunder sounds it's like a crack upon the ruptured town (UHHHH) Great googily moogily Stampeding mastodons and we been moving so beautifully (chyuh) Man eating rapping songs (chyuh) gon' need a gratuity (chyuh) We won't pass the mic along (chyuh)yall doing it dutifully yuh
Writer(s): Ben Buck, Kevin Naquin, Nathan Painter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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