Gobble Glitch (Blackgrass Glitch Mix)

Gobble, gobble, glitch, and the timber here bounce

You cross the high water, beast break down south

Long bear, the redhead pop, no doubt

Backwoods, 808, the whole woods glitched up

Mm, mm, mm, pre-dawn

Far boots, crunch, frost on the trail

Thermos full, black, cold breath in the gate

Loud hood, echo, shock, gobble, crack the sky

Roosted up high, yeah, I'm Mark Wery live

Vest full, cones, diaphragm tucked in tight

Box caught, chatter, make the whole ridge bite

Leaf scratch, rhythm like a hi-hat

Kick steel, tall, weak, water-based

Go sick, you hit the limb, boom

Double gobble reply, heart start thumpin' like an 808

Spike ease to the setup, shake the court, quarter turn

Game time now, let the hos burn, cut, cut, cut, cut it

Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, hey, 808

Stomp, make the whole earth pound

Spurs click loud when you strut that ground backwards

Honey, yeah, we run this town

Fly down, cackle wings beat heavy in the air

Paintbrush draggin' sunlight, hit the flare struttin'

Motor lock, man, spread wide like a crown

Every step closer, yeah, he breakin' it down

I'm hard-neck of war, watchin' through the trees

Like ghosts in the brush, ridin' low in the breeze

Look soft twice, then I kill all sound

Let curiosity pull that king to the ground

Next stretch, tall heath, searchin' for the end

But he walkin' straight into a dead end

And that finger don't shake, I'm ice in the zone

Backwards, bloodline, this how we grown

Still cryin'

Low sunrise, bleedin' gold

Hear that gobble echo, stories untold

From the roost to the dirt

Where the legends get crowned

Backwards, life, yeah, it's deep in the sound

Gun, gun, savage, I don't sit too long

If he hang up once, I'm ghost, then I'm gone

Loop, loop, loop around, it used to rain like a cheat

Pop up ten yards, now we face to be drawn

Roll thunder in his chest when he spit

That low-end rumble like a bass drop it

Eyes locked in, I don't even blink

It's that apex moment, edge of the brink

Call him in close with a soft tree

Yell, pose, silent, like it holdin' his breath

He's slappin' range, time's slow to a crawl

One clean move, now we fall where we fall

Fletch in the woods, hear the gobble distort

Echo bounce wild like a broken rapport

Feathers hit dirt when the baseline snap backwards

808, ain't no comin' back, back, back, back

Ain't no comin'

Face drag heavy beard along like rope

Spurs curl wicked yet a boy had hope

Respect to the game I don't play it cheap

But the woods get real when the harvest deep

Mud on the knees, bloodline on the hands

Sun break bright over hardwood land

Still talk cry like a funeral hymn

For the kings of spring when the lights go dim

Load up slow, let the moment sit

There's more than a kill, it's the life I live

From the call to the dirt to the truck-bed slam

Backwoods 808, yeah, you know who I am

I'm a drop-base knock, whole wood shakes

Sunrise hunt, yeah, if we wide awake

From the boost to the ground, yeah, we seal that fate

Backwoods 808, yeah, we dominate