Lyrics Hittin' Curves - Grits, Syntyst

Hittin' Curves

Coffee’s verse:
Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown
Quick to flip if one trip, first we break bread, then break heads
Look at all the people runnin’in fear, scared
Unwilling to hear what’s said, hide under the shed
We lyin’in the filth, grown men layin’in our own beds
Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
Hit them curves, dodge the trap
Don’t move at a slow pace
Hand us a mic, we move the whole place
This for each and every hood,
Eighteenth Ave, Wedgewood, South side, clean cutz
Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that’s good
Baller blockin’ain’t an option, that ain’t the purpose of my concoction
Releasin’toxins in the abyss, boxin’you in so you don’t miss
Me gettin’you rockin', Nashville
Proud I’m in it, been a minute
Gettin’our due, me and my crew
Rep our city, how?
bout you?
Hittin’curves!
Hook:
Hittin Curves, shorty, baby, ooo hoo
(Dipping in the ride, swerving in the ride)
Bridge 1:
That’s why we tell them
Swerving we ruling we serving
Hittin them curves and then we Pushing them verses them curses
They must be broken yeah
Taking them Tennessee corners
And changing lanes cause they
Brought us enough contradiction
So now we change our position yeah, yeah?.
Bonafide’s verse
I’m in LaVergne letting the Chevy burn rubber every turn
Changing lanes while the body swang heavy to the right
Like my life hit them curves swerve as I discern to turn
Back down the one way truth and the life
I learn lessons every block counting blessings like rocks
As I bubble in the struggle in the Classic Caprice
Releasing pressure like these woofers in the back of my seats
And speaking clearer than these tweeters when I’m over these beats
I check the navigation to see what direction to take
To lead a generation headed for collision with fate
On the darker side in the ride looking through rearviews
In full speed searching for a u turn to save you hittin curves?.
BRIDGE