Signal Coast - GATORS UNDER THE BED (feat. dom ultra) Lyrics

Well, after Lovie Joe
You sold the song and went to Europe
Ha, what year was that?

Golden Globes was hosted by an alien this time
I watched that show live
Primetime the alien shined
Blind, sublime holes in my mind
I gladly passed the time
He was surprisingly very entertaining
I woke up from another night
All i saw was sirens raging
Looking out the window
Who them ladies ringing doorbells?
A mix a Cher and Orsen Welles
A face I saw deep in a well
Its mouth open gaping waiting
Teeth sharp my life was shaken
A subtle motion
I float like dancing smoke
Toasted the promoter of the show
And stole the potion and his cloak
Thinking about the smoker and the hoax
Yo the backwood is packed
Imma need you guys to go
Prescription in the waste basket
Dapping up Dr. Dope when he passes
He hands me a napkin, I'm tapped in
45 after, I'm chuckling in the cafe
Thinking it's the bathroom
Laughing, cackling
Gator skin salesmen held the knife up to my chin
I thought we could talk a price
The blade shined in the red sun
Said, "Do you know where these gators come from?
I bet you don't see I've hunting them since time woke up.
I've been losing sleep as a clean my gun.
I get down beneath the creak and hollowed out the trees.
I haven't see the teeth in weeks so you best turn around and leave!"
I said sheesh, I just wanted to buy some jeans
Legally speaking, you can sell on them streets but twelve gets twenty percent
The floors where we stash beneath
The better it gets
Hell up in Harlem, something Woods said
My mind forgets the timetable but knows how many blunts I got lit
Fruit basket still life
The plums were red and the sky a green mist

But they didn't have that swing
They didn't have the thing, nor the swing, see
I had the thing and the swing

The subject in the background screams out in a tone so dissonant, it rings out
Echoes through city campuses
Nobody helps
The body smelled but only through twilight
My mind goes to places I can't yet hold
Hindsight is a curse we can't unfold
Let it be known that
I'll dethrone and expose Ellen
I won't let her get away with the nonsense
Dakota Johnson lamping in a staircase
Sharing secrets with Ted Danson
Man son!

He never did master it
And all he could do was play

Talking like you know
But you ain't been to the spot
Speaking like the main character
Stop acting like you got your own
I know its industry pateks
Don't disrespect me again
Im up to speed
It's buzz light feed
And thats a different test
Buyers playing for keeps
We play for another team
Directors cut
Too complicated the way I paint the scene
I poked a hole with the loose screws
Cold shoulder rolls
Been breaking bones
Like how the page folds
I watch the book end
Still saw the show go
And end jon jones
Worried about gators under the bed
When theres demons around ya neck
Its funny
Its all got its purpose
Picture perfect motion
When I get movement in this ocean
Ask what im sippin
Its potion
Don't worry i'm focused
That pussy super soaking
We went to the crib
And they seen the roaches
You wanna scrap so bad
So I said godspeed
The high road makes the mind cheap
So I let god speak
My car at top speed
Twists flying high through the wind
The brisk hit

Did they find it difficult to match your syncopated style?
Oh yes, it was very difficult for them
After you played there, what'd you do then?
Well-