Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walkthrough!, artist - Grip.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walkthrough! |
Look, I can walk you through the depths of hell where vexed rejects elect to |
sell |
Keep TECs to protect your tail |
No respected male to blaze a separate trail 'cause, uh, they was inept as well |
Inherited they debt, we set to fail, please reset the scale |
Niggas clappin' on Saturday, but we ain’t see SNL |
No comedy skits, just llamas and sticks and drama and shit |
Baby mamas and jits, piranhas and pits, and product to pitch |
Honestly, it’s only right I give the zombies a fix |
This bass to your fac from a speaker make you a twaker |
I laced it with ether |
It’ll take you a week to |
Bounce back off one hit of this |
Niggas is clitoris, way too frivolous |
This is far more dire |
The bars is hardcore like parkour with barbed wire |
GRIP is the dark horse that spark wars and start fires |
Hole in one on a par of four or higher, and your supplier |
Tour guide for hire, poor guy, he’s tired |
Cut him some slack, he’s strapped, rap to his back |
Back to the wall and they all against me |
Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn |
I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually |
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn |
Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty |
'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Back to the wall and they all against me |
Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn |
I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually |
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn |
Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty |
'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Yeah |
Sometimes I wonder, really, what did my closed head injury do? |
I’m literally missin' a screw, but it seems like my memory’s too vivid to |
forget the shit I’ve been through (Yeah) |
So as my residuals grew, I remembered those kids who were cruel |
Same individuals at Elizabeth Little and essentially used them as the fuel |
Who would’ve knew what a pencil could do though, so mentally screwed |
They said, «Marshall, you’re either gonna wind up dead or in the penitentiary |
'Cause eventually you’ll end up clenchin' a tool |
And come back vengefully to shoot them bullies who clowned you in elementary |
school» |
Yeah, my head, something’s wrong with it (Yeah) |
But that makes me me, I’m different (Yup) |
That lyrical phenom misfit |
Since I was a bleach blond, you hear the beat on this |
Which makes me only think of demonic shit (What?) |
I was knockin' at death’s door (Yep), I fuckin' ding-dong ditched it (Haha, |
yeah) |
Yeah, and I don’t do that sing-song bitch shit (Yeah) |
And I don’t use Auto-Tune, all I do is spit, and this shit just bothers you |
Call it quits, bitch, impossible |
My pen just popped your thought balloon |
You dipshits know how I’ma do it |
Send the motherfucking beat to the trauma-unit |
Yeah, Shady Records, look at all these squad killers we brought with us |
Juggernauts and Godzillas, you don’t rock with us, you’re off of your rockers |
Bitch, back’s to the wall as it always is |
Why I’m not talkin' about wallets and knots |
When I say that the wall it is not against |
It’s more like the cross (Cross), look at how far this is past you |
Regardless, you want me to reach a fuckin' bar that does not exist |
No pun intended, but GRIP, hold on to this moment |
'Cause soon as you reach the top, they’re gonna want you to fall from it (Yeah) |
So you better grab your seatbelt like I did mine, and fasten yours |
Like a motherfucking plane-crash passenger |
'Cause one day, you’ll be crashing back to Earth |
And if you don’t ever stop to smell the roses |
I do know one thing, that’s for sure |
You don’t get your flowers 'til you’re pushin' up daisies (No) |
And that’s about all your ashes earn |
Back to the wall and they all against me |
Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn |
I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually |
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn |
Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty |
'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Back to the wall and they all against me |
Love on my mind, but it’s cash to earn |
I was hopin' maybe we could ball eventually |
If only one time 'fore we crash and burn |
Fully furnished crib, but inside, you’re empty |
'Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |
Could’ve fooled me, can’t save the world |