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Ether

by World's Greatest Tag Team

on Sons of Solace (2019)

(Chorus)
We compete for VIP status
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Everybody seem to let it blow past us
Every night, putting money in the mattress
I got goals, but I'm looking for the hat trick
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Every night, putting money in the mattress

(Mic
Bandit)
You're in the drivers seat
And you have cinder blocks for pedals
Going 105, speakers blaring heavy metal
The highways made of nails
Your tires get impailed
You start to veer
Airbags seems to fail
Seat belts rip and tear
And you can't steer
That's the closest metaphor
To analyze my life
It's accurate for miles as we dance across the knife
Risk your health, body and mind
Just for a night and a really good time
Wake up to wealth, still nickle and dime
Achieving your worth while in search of divine
Got you losing your mind

(Chorus)
We compete for VIP status
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Everybody seem to let it blow past us
Every night, putting money in the mattress
I got goals, but I'm looking for the hat trick
Every night, putting money in the mattess
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Every night, putting money in the mattress

(aquaBIONIC)
I'm feeling borderline
I wish there was a shorter line
I believe in neither evil or divine
Where's the ether? I would order mine
Amazon it to my lawn
Then I'm hoarding nine
Show me where to cross
And I'll pour the line
I'm feeling weird dude
I smoked it all
I guess I'll pour another beer dude
My wherewithal's a little seared dude
Chakra take the wheel
I feel I can't even steer dude
Cry for me
Pry on me, Heaven's sake
Someone shine a light on me
Feel the darkness make a fight on me
Feel the sharks swimming right on me
Break a left, take a sec, brace yourself
Hold my tech, that's my health
Came to wreck, came in stealth
Solid Snake, coming for all the cake
I see you tourist hoarding fake
Portions and I correlate
It's extortion, sure to say
I don't give a fuck about it
Breaking mirrors under ladders
Get the luck up out it bish

(Chorus)
We compete for VIP status
Every night, putting money in the mattress
Everybody seem to let it blow past us
Every night, putting money in the mattress
I got goals, but I'm looking for the hat trick