Fake Mechanics from GROW by Bedroxx
Tracklist
| 5. | Fake Mechanics | 2:48 |
Lyrics
Fake Mechanics with they hustle in bandages
Try to project my vision with their name in the manuscript
You can't relate homey, I know how this one ends
Something about a soap derby and you with your only friend.
Fake Mechanics with their hands in my pocket
If I know them [explicit] they ain't going for my wallet
Peep the diagnostics - I don't cop off the lot
I go to the scrap heap for a rusty bombthreat
Bedroxx rolls out with a dust free project
plates spinning minus a show room image, I'm way past a concept
Allow me to switch gears, you want the torque without the wrench time, now you're spinning your wheels. Headline on a small block, been in the same spot for years. It's time we got the hell up in here.
get up - get up - get up - get up
All my live mcs in the place to be
get up
You know these fake Mechanics ain't nothing to me
Fake Mechanics who don't polish they craft
Simply ain't allowed to put their hands on my dash
I drive slow, and watch them burn out and crash
I'm the chief of the team that gets to burn out in grass
They got one wrench, they got one rag, they gotta stop and gas themselves up and thus only took one flag.
Fake Mechanics took they breaks for granted
Now they drums is ate out and they frame is damage
I'd call the wrecker, but they claim they'll manage
So it's back to the shop to perfect the technique and that's what I call taking advantage.
You can call around, but no one will answer but a fake mechanic giving you fake quotes up over the handset.
Credits
Produced by Joe Taylor/Bedroxx








