But This Is The End

(albüm: GRIM - 2017)

I wanna pull with no top, on-top of 22 circumference
Trunk been thumpin, down the block, the block been hot since I was young
So fuck the sun, I stay inside, 50-50 on my grind, tipsy tipping off some wine
And airplane mode stay on my line

I'm gonna pull up to the top, on-top with everything I got
No watch, no Glock, just watch me sauce
But don't get lost, That sauce get hot
I don't need a job, bitch I be my own boss
Never on the clock, I don't need a day off
Motherfuck the law, I ain't never gonna talk
Fly with the flock, til my heartbeat stop
Look into my eyes, you can see that I've died
Deep down inside, and you know ain't lyin
Hit my fuckin line and you already know
I ain't got time for bitch or a hoe
I don't even hope cause that shit'll let you down
Go with what I know, til I'm down in the ground
Off my fuckin rocker, rockin harder than a bitch
And if I smoke a blunt, I don't wanna say shit
I don't like these kids, I don't like this shit
I don't want this bitch, still on my dick
Still on my jeans, my jeans got chains
My people rage, We ain't the same
No symmetry between you and me
See a lot of things change when they see you gleam
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck this world
Take this pain away from me

I wanna pull with no top, on-top of 22 circumference
Trunk been thumpin, down the block, the block been hot since I was young
So fuck the sun, I stay inside, 50-50 on my grind, tipsy tipping off some wine
And airplane mode stay on my line