Lyrics Wrenches - Thomas Rusiak

Wrenches

Hard hat on
Wrenches in my pocket
It’s a calm-like storm
We’re shooting like rockets
He go turntablist
He go photographer
He go rap star
Sawdust carpenter
They go chasing the cars around the city blocks
Torn-up zipper bags spread around the whiskey shots
Speed lover steaming hot
Home grower breeding pot
Stone thrower creaming rock
And I remember when we used to get high on a Sunday
Everything was satin in a purple sky
Body cranked up, flipping, all fun and play (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
So let me just ride it for one more day
Everything’ll be satin in a purple sky (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
(So let me get high on a Sunday)
Dim-light beacon
Leading me off
MDMA’s in season
Making me soft
I split a funny stamp with my friend
Strung and amped, hit again
They go rap star
Hyped-up citizen
We go chasing kicks
Up and down the mean streets
Torn up, dirty rags
Covering my clean sheets
Coke lover burning up
Straight bourbon fills my cup
Flows on the kicks and rims
Seroton' kickin' in
If life was a race they would end up second
Cause we would always be there to leave 'em behind
I know that we can’t go on like this for a lifetime (We can’t go on and on and
on…)
And we can’t go on, no
Cause I remember when we used to get high on a Sunday
Everything was satin in a purple sky
Body cranked up, flipping, all fun and play (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
So let me just ride it for one more day
Everything’ll be satin in a purple sky (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
(Do you remember???)
Do you remember when we used to get high on a Sunday?
Everything was satin in a purple sky
Body cranked up, flipping, all fun and play (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
So let me just ride it for one more day
Everything’ll be satin in a purple sky (Hey-ey-ey-eey)
(Do you remember???)
(Hey-ey-ey-eey)