[Hook Grewsum] Ive been watchin, waitin, hopin For somethin to make me whole Always wonderin, thoughts keep runnin Through my skull til I lose control [Verse 1 Joey Oz] Can someone tell me where my mind went? Cause I cant seem to find it Its music and making money And the money that I spend Got me stuck here with nothing but luck And even the dime left And my debt its like Im buried to my neck And my deck, but then I met her out on the grind Catch somethin in me screamin nowhere to die yet So Ive been sittin at this desk so long my damn spine bent From trying to get the pieces to fit Goddamn it , Im feelin like Im ready to snap Ive been giving em everything that I have Or I had my life lapped from these fucked up laughs [?? murdering tracks], still in trap And searching for some other way to get over the scaff Thats where Ive been, till I make it This is where Im at, Im here to feed off this plate And I aint leavin no scrabs [?]I believe, its the reason I exist, I cant, fuck no man [Hook] [Verse 2 Bloke C] This town is breaking me down Ive been screamin so loud but you aint hearin my sound Knowing these rounds, tryin to buckle it down Wanna see me high, but I live in the ground Like a ghost in this game, I dont feel it the same Aint nobody hear me, they aint speakin my name Try to bring change and they look at me strange Keep it the same man, simple and plain Im speakin from the heart man, not for the charts Let the beat speak to me everytime that it starts Then I just pop off, notice aint pop song This is my life, I dont know when or where I went wrong Pretty grim outlook, I aint get no handbook Look at me now, gettin everything that you took Hatin on me is my motivation, this is demonstrated Stayin on my grind and I know you fucking hate it [Hook] [Verse 3 Grewsum] Whats it really gonna take to make it? Without sellin my soul to Satan Im well known for flows that are more than basic I stole the basis, headin home in my goals and chase it Having cold metaphors and a dope arrangement Apparently aint enough, when youre broke, you aint shit Throwin mad dough and the radio will play it Then slowly pay back all them loans and payments Yeah money is the root of all, evil And its true that all people Only call you when they need you, like a booty call Theyll keep you at the bottom like your not allowed to bloom at all Keep holdin me back cause they know that Ill snap When Im up on the track Im super raw I wanna make it while Im still in my prime Held behind all the time, they dont want me to shine Tell em fine I dont lie, we just keep on the grind We are different design we are different design, yeah [Hook]
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