[Verse 1: Grieves] I was born with the ability to see stars Walk steady on the beat, meeting each bar Little goofy motherfucker, hitting C sharp Swimming through the game like I'm a riding on a reef shark Please, all I need is 88 keys And the drum line jumping off an MPC To be easy, got a lot of ghosts to chase And a couple lady problems I'm supposed to face Hold off on em, take another sip of the swamp water Put a kiss on the cheek of your mom's daughter Dance around like a fool spilling my lager And I won't ever be a pimp, so baby why bother? Ha, I guess it ain't my style 26 with a twist and a face like a child Hate it if it makes you smile Cause in the end of it it all fades away when the fake takes trial Kick rocks
[Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that you're babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands
[Verse 2: Krukid] Look, I was born to be a moon walker Walk into the club, suddenly the room's darker? Fan favorite of the street preacher, peace keeper Bridge groomer jumped the broom said skip it on a street sweeper But don't come at me with beef, I'm a meat eater With tongue and teeth that'll cut you like a meat cleaver Miscreet beaver, like damn it all to hell Told the fam I'm gonna rap, none of that went over well I could tell they just worry I'm trying to court the game and judge you by your hung jury And I don't sport a chain, blame it on my ancestors Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be affected with a lust for foreign aid And none of y'all to blame thinkin' rap is all the same But I can promise you to never keep it formulaic I'm here to raise the bar though, I never caught a case And maybe while I'm at it score a babe and fornicate I'm human is all I'm saying
[Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that you're babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands
[Verse 3: Grieves] Skinny as a fence post, moving through the crowd Dancing off rhythm just a minimal amount For the hell of it I've been on the road too long And got a head like a weather balloon floating along Approaching the dawn You ain't got a jab I ain't ever heard I let sarcasm fly like a feathered bird So if you're looking some gratifying better words You can try writing out a letter to the editor Ha, cause I ain't got not time I'm on my 24/7 and my 3-6-5 I got my heavy oar paddling to reach that prize And you can see the dedication in my eyes Or maybe it's the hangover Creeping up my skull like a bad shadow I can take it to the rocks, I am that agile So if you came here to be that asshole You can pick another cat to hassle I should slap you
[Hook: Grieves] No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here's a suggestion) You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup) Cause all that jabber that you're babbling (Babble on) Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
