| Don’t stop, we don’t quit
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| Epic Beard Men, we the ultimate
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| Fading fading back from black on the mattress in Hackensack
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| We in Jersey birds chirping trees it hurts to breathe
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| Surgically reconstruct last night’s blurry scene
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| Urgency quiet kinda worries me
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| You ever get that feeling like you gotta be somewhere? |
| (Yes)
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| Now I’m creepin' down the stairs in my underwear (Dress)
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| Okay my phone was in the microwave with 3% left
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| Displayed 30 missed calls, voicemails, and texts
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| So lemme check…
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| Hey, B, just checkin' to see if you’re up
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| Got the early flight to Europe, word up
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| Yo, man, you gettin' my texts? |
| Hit me back
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| If you’re already here I’m around back
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| Where you at?
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| Boy! |
| Answer your phone!
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| It’s check-in time this the second time
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| This why we supposed to do this ahead of time
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| It’s packed with people here, so I’mma step in line
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| Skip ahead counter 9!
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| Shin splints (time to take flight)
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| Shin splints (run)
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| Shin splints (come on we gotta go)
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| Ahhhhhh
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| Had to fix a flat tire with a gypsy cab driver
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| Doing 60 in the breakdown lane, hit a divider
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| Though that’s not the kind of mileage that I’m known to embrace
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| I told ‘im «take us to warp, Ace. |
| I’m tryin' to fold space'
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| When I hopped out the Taurus, no bull
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| He disappeared in a pink vape cloud (cool)
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| I’m a generous critic. |
| Had to give him four stars
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| I was beggin' forgiveness, Sage was waitin' at the door like
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| You. |
| Are. |
| Late
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| My bad
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| So late
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| Sir, your bag is overweight
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| Alright start dumpin' shit now we gotta go to the gate
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| I’m outta space
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| Gotta couple things here that you can take
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| No, no way
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| Throw the beard essential oils in the trash
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| Why you mad?
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| Get the vinyl out the carry-on and we can make the dash
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| We just need our instrumentals and our merch to sell
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| Gotta travel lightly or your legs will hurt like hell
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| Shin splints (I'm in the passing lane)
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| Shin splints (even if the car’s stolen)
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| Shin splints (time to take flight)
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| Ahhhhhh
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| Made it to security and you already know
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| The TSA was puttin' on a helluva show
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| There’s no liquids (No!) aerosols (No!) gels (No!) creams (No!)
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| Quick quick, here we go, line up with the screen
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| I was tryna be discreet when they pulled me outta line
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| 10 minutes before my final check-in time
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| Realized when I saw the vape juice that they had
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| I grabbed the wrong bag out the back of the cab
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| Fuck it, leave it all behind we’re a terminal away
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| And right about then they announced our delay
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| 5 minutes
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| Nice!
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| Yeah, man what’s this?
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| This is fun (finally)
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| The Admiral’s Lounge (this is fun, Casa Bonita)
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| The Admiral’s Lounge
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| Look what we found
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| We’re in the Admiral’s Lounge
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| Let’s see what this lounge is all about
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| It goes down in the Admiral’s Lounge
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| Should we
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| A: Walk right on over to the freebies?
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| B: Ask for the code to the wee-fee?
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| C: Tell ‘em that we need our feet rubbed?
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| Well the answer is D: All of the above
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| I’m lyin' vertical with thangs inserted in my veins
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| For optimal hydration now they’re servin' us drinks
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| I had this murderous rage but it’s all meltin' away
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| I could get used to this… yeah…
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| We’re in the Admiral’s Lounge
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| Admiral’s Lounge
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| Admiral’s Lounge
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| Yo, Sage, we gotta turn the page
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| We gotta go, son, we’re late again
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| Oh, shit! |
| Sprint!
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| Run run
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| Shin splints
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| Run run
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| Shin splints
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| Ahhhhhh
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| Jumpin' out my seat like don’t fail me now feet
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| Workin' thumb to my knuckles down on me now
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| Fuck a down beat
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| There we go, there we there we go
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| Past the Dolmaybe
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| Now we in the inconsiderate mode baby
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| Pass the old lady on the left hand side
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| Cause getting' to these shows is a matter of pride
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| I jump the cat carrier, run the track faster than
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| Ones who sat passive, but clung to fat baggage I shove
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| And act savage, now you learnin' the pace
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| Who the hell ever heard of a terminal change?
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| Took a shuttle to a subway through a tunnel for a shuttle
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| Cramped up, cut me! |
| the champ is getting bloody!
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| And we pushin' all the dummies who’re standing in the left lane
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| Of the sidewalk I’m distraught with the chest pain
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| Dealin' with the leg pains
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| Devoted to the endgame of leavin' on this motherfuckin' jet plane
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| Get to gate! |
| Tell ‘em to wait!
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Ahhhhhh
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Shin splints
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| Fuck!
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| They sayin the flight is tomorrow
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| Of course
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| Jesus
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shin Splints, artist - Epic Beard MenAlbum song This Was Supposed to Be Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп