Guts Lyrics by feeble little horse
Rolling out your tongue, fingers, and your thumb
Can you taste Ohio upside down?
It’s printed on the dashboard, the paper keeps the score
Blame it on the place you grew up in
Taking one pill for a puppy daily
This bottle’s got my name on it
Tricker, this blood is from my maker
This money’s to keep my halo, but I don’t have the guts to say it
Even at the sum, zeroes after ones
Miracles and totaled black sedans
We’re working off a price tag for trading what we had
But distance is the dealer holding back
Taking one pill for a puppy daily
This bottle’s got my name on it
Tricker, this blood is from my maker
This money’s to keep my halo, but I don’t have the guts to say it