Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terry Gross, artist - Dessa. Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Terry Gross |
| Ever since I was a little predator |
| Mom’s like, don’t get ahead of her |
| I was on the hunt for something better than the regular |
| And I knew there was candy at the register |
| So not about to settle for the vegetables |
| Full grown, still got a sweet tooth |
| Still tryna climb all the walls I can see, you |
| Take your influences wichoo |
| Everywhere you go |
| Mine were Carmen Sandiego |
| Lauryn Hill and Terry Gross |
| But I’ve been playing hard to keep: |
| Kiss and teleport |
| Dark roots where the bleach won’t reach |
| Man, that’s gotta be a metaphor |
| But I’m still tryna storyboard it |
| Call me back if it’s important |
| If you’re looking for me |
| On this Tinder shit about partners in crime |
| Seems like Bonnie’s working little harder than Clyde |
| When it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership |
| Cuz my accomplice is completely incompetent |
| I don’t need a drink menu. |
| I’ll take a white wine. |
| Through a Twizzler. |
| Great. |
| Thanks, man |
| Two bars walk into a joke |
| First is a gold bar, other is soap |
| Yo, lemme get the punchline I’m worth most |
| Gold says with a glass too full to toast |
| But Soap makes her voice go real low |
| Leans close |
| Rarely one to go boast |
| But when the banks hit the button, the credit goes down to nothing |
| And the flood waters come in, then let’s see who floats |
| Watch for unintended consequences—those you don’t see |
| The initials of your girlfriend could kill the fucking oak tree |
| Nothing in my pocket but the body heat |
| Travel light, and mind your manners, man |
| That’s my foreign policy |
| I’m that Netflix chick |
| See the pieces on the ceiling— |
| The strategy above me |
| All the moves when I’m competing: |
| I’ll arrive by lightning bolt |
| Leave by cannonball |
| The china’s fine, man |
| The bull’s mechanical |
| Before we continue this conversation, I just have to make sure you’re not a |
| robot. |
| Here, which one of these pictures have buses? |
| Robots will never be able |
| to figure out buses |
| A base hit is the son of a pitch |
| A tanning bed is the sun of the rich |
| Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists |
| Don’t go broke, looking for something to fix |