grindstone Songtext
von Mavi

Brandon
He just left again? This way
Come here, come here
I′m the best rapper ever, listen to this
Yeah


I claim I'm quittin′; it's been too many "tomorrow"s
Too many withdrawals, my jewelry worth a car note
I still ain't got a car though, a conscious nigga sorrow
Too smart to have to borrow, the parchment paper balled, thrown
Get rid of it and start over; what′s written in the stars
Become the emptiness to draw home, my scribblin′ a bar code
My innocence get all sold, my inner wisdom also
Pretendin' that my gall grown, I still feel pretty small though
My siblings in my heart home, I′m living, missing calls though
I split it so her heart cold; she lift me by a long rope
And pick it like guitar notes, I'm sickened, but it′s all owed
I'm stickin′ to the motto; I'm switchin' through some models
They lick me through a blindfold; the mirror show a side
Only my sister and my mom know, a 15 split with Sideshow
A swig of reposado, I′m chipper than a lawnmower
I′m chippin', tiltin′ off focus, this ship in launch mode
I'm sittin′ at the console, I drifted, liftin' off, woke up
I figured it was all over, I swear I felt you in my arms
It isn′t in the cards though; I'm finna let that thought go
A pill to fantasize on, a wrist for pressing pause on
I'm spinnin′ with the wash load, a penance, then I′m knocked cold
A glimpse of granny grinnin' in my kitchen, then it′s all gone
Lifted tryna enter in her digits, this the wrong phone
Pinned to this pittance without anyone to call on, I wish I hit the lotto
Pretend I'm friends with God; through all my wins, He equalize on
Swimmin′ in the odds, nobody's fittin′ my assigned soul
Just look into these eyes, yellow by liquor, and my cries choked
Switching through the time zones and livin' on the grindstone

Bitch-ass nigga, yeah
I wish I hit the lotto
Pretend I'm friends with God; through all my wins, He equalize on
Livin′ on the grindstone
Yeah, alright, let me hear that