Get in line for the gut check Here's your peace pipe
Cause the shit don't light I spread them bones so the dogs don't bite me
Ain't nobody gonna take it lightly, I'd rather spin the wheel than to hold on tightly
Don't need to write a beat, a poem or a song
The attention span is only good for so long Only see what's in front of me
And I won't let the world get the best of me
Get out the way cause you're blocking the sun ray You won't get out of bed cause you're stuck in the hay day
Remember me, I was in your class Always sat in the back, never rose my hand
And couldn't wait for the sound of the bell That's why I lay low like a crocodile
I guess my peers didn't like my style Cause I was voted most likely to go to hell
But got in line D plus I pass So the rest of the system can kiss my ass
You say you're sitting on the wad of cash I'd rather drive, f*ck first class
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you're born then you crawl then you walk then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Stuck in the middle of the eye of the storm You think you're dead but your blood's still warm
Take your meds while you lie in your bed You're misled, locked up for sake of street cred
Look close, stress mode is your dress code I had it up to here, grab your gear and let's go
Brag about the change you got in your wallet The coin is in the air, so call it
You can chuckle, grin, sigh, giggle or laugh But you can't escape what's in your path
And you can't reset the hourglass Because there is no medal when you come in last
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you do or don't if you won't then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Los Punks - Gut Check Lyrics
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Get in line for the gut check Here's your peace pipe
Cause the shit don't light I spread them bones so the dogs don't bite me
Ain't nobody gonna take it lightly, I'd rather spin the wheel than to hold on tightly
Don't need to write a beat, a poem or a song
The attention span is only good for so long Only see what's in front of me
And I won't let the world get the best of me
Get out the way cause you're blocking the sun ray You won't get out of bed cause you're stuck in the hay day
Remember me, I was in your class Always sat in the back, never rose my hand
And couldn't wait for the sound of the bell That's why I lay low like a crocodile
I guess my peers didn't like my style Cause I was voted most likely to go to hell
But got in line D plus I pass So the rest of the system can kiss my ass
You say you're sitting on the wad of cash I'd rather drive, f*ck first class
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you're born then you crawl then you walk then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Stuck in the middle of the eye of the storm You think you're dead but your blood's still warm
Take your meds while you lie in your bed You're misled, locked up for sake of street cred
Look close, stress mode is your dress code I had it up to here, grab your gear and let's go
Brag about the change you got in your wallet The coin is in the air, so call it
You can chuckle, grin, sigh, giggle or laugh But you can't escape what's in your path
And you can't reset the hourglass Because there is no medal when you come in last
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you do or don't if you won't then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Cause the shit don't light I spread them bones so the dogs don't bite me
Ain't nobody gonna take it lightly, I'd rather spin the wheel than to hold on tightly
Don't need to write a beat, a poem or a song
The attention span is only good for so long Only see what's in front of me
And I won't let the world get the best of me
Get out the way cause you're blocking the sun ray You won't get out of bed cause you're stuck in the hay day
Remember me, I was in your class Always sat in the back, never rose my hand
And couldn't wait for the sound of the bell That's why I lay low like a crocodile
I guess my peers didn't like my style Cause I was voted most likely to go to hell
But got in line D plus I pass So the rest of the system can kiss my ass
You say you're sitting on the wad of cash I'd rather drive, f*ck first class
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you're born then you crawl then you walk then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Stuck in the middle of the eye of the storm You think you're dead but your blood's still warm
Take your meds while you lie in your bed You're misled, locked up for sake of street cred
Look close, stress mode is your dress code I had it up to here, grab your gear and let's go
Brag about the change you got in your wallet The coin is in the air, so call it
You can chuckle, grin, sigh, giggle or laugh But you can't escape what's in your path
And you can't reset the hourglass Because there is no medal when you come in last
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we die
Keep your foot on the pedal for the rest of your life Cause life don't give high fives
Because you do or don't if you won't then you die
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Some men don't see the light That's why I lie in the beds where the bugs don't bite
I ain't the space cowboy but the gangster of love I get my best wishes from the genie I rub
Blind man can't take a stance But if he feels the beat then he can learn to dance
You can shake a stick to the words I say, it probably wouldn't help it anyway
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Get your gut check
Writer: Miguel Jimenez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid