Klink Lyrics & Chords By Death Grips

What ya gonna do when they come for you?
A gang of hatin' pigs
What have they ever really done for you?
Ain't never done shit
Stash what you got 'cause they're comin' through
Best get rid of that quick
'Cause when they get here you know what they're gonna do
All they ever do is trip

Minding my own business
Minding my own business
Minding my own business
Minding my own business

Try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink, haters in blue
How they set me up? Should I test my luck?
Here they come, they're in pursuit
What did I do? What haven't I done? You want to see my ID? Umm
Well, ok, where I'm coming from? Just on my way, not on the run
What you want me to say? Are you just 'bout done?
Power trippin', asshole lickin' haters
Notice how they strut through the spot like anybody wants to see a cop
Man, everybody knows they suck, I got to be somewhere 'round fuck
Why the hell you always stoppin' me 'round the clockin' me, like what?

What ya gonna do when they come for you?
A gang of hatin' pigs
What have they ever really done for you?
Ain't never done shit
Stash what you got 'cause they're comin' through
Best get rid of that quick
'Cause when they get here you know what they're gonna do
All they ever do is trip

Six feet deep below the street so they can't never say shit again
Fuck the man with a thick broomstick and put a black flag on the end
Got to watch my back or just like that, I'm bound to get locked up
The law's watching me constantly too close and way too much
Looking over my shoulder and checking in the rear view mirror
'Cause I'm never not but a moment from getting taken to jail
They're knocking at my door, down my door
They're shining lights in my eyes, exactly what do they stand for?
Ever asking more of I, man, why?
Like it matters why I chose to ignore all the laws I've been told to abide
Think I'm on parole, thinking I just stole some shit, you got an APB out on
But no, you're wrong as usual, hell no, it wasn't me
Have the nerve to ask me if I'm drunk when I'm pissing in the middle of the street

Looking over my shoulder
Looking over my shoulder
Looking over my shoulder
Looking over my

By the way why they always acting like they know how to size me up
Ignorant bastards coming after me all the time on mine, had enough
Why they always wanna hassle me, pigs all up on my nuts
Like they have to be, like I can't see 'em tryin' to play shade tree in the cuts
By robbing me of my dignity so in the end, I never say much
But ain't a time pass I don’t wish I could flash on Penelope like fuck

Shot this for everyone who's been there for my real ones who understand
What it feels like to have your rights read to you by the

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In the land of the funk
Raised up through the hip hop and the punk
South sac, feel my mental