Crawl on the skin
Like an itch that I can’t scratch
But I remain here in silence
Bite my tongue, show you a face
"I’m so impressed with your style man,
Can’t keep up with your pace"
I know this now because you told me
You fucking rip and your homies are hella super tight
You’ve got hookups everywhere you turn
You’re not gonna waste your time and hang with nerds with no credibility
Just like me, now you’re elite
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re the top dog on the street
You’re the dude we all want to be
You caught me by surprise your size now I reek of your territorial pissings got my attention now I’m listening
Peacocking jocks are always flexing but never quite impressing
Talking loud, now you’re concerned
There’s someone new here on your turf
Who’s not worth of your scene
You’ve got hookups everywhere you turn
Not gonna waste your time and hang with nerds with no credibility
Just like me, now you’re elite
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re the top dog on the street
You’re the dude we all want to be
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018