Wrenches - Thomas Rusiak

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)