Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grim, artist - Wiki. Album song OOFIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wikset
Song language: English
Grim |
| Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit |
| Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels |
| Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in |
| But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed |
| Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done |
| When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool |
| Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and |
| You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full |
| Death don’t got no mercy, got you talkin' murky |
| When you poppin' Perkies, she pop her pussy |
| She drop her tushy, she almost hurt me |
| Let me get this nut off before the opps could murk me |
| Could be cops or surgery |
| Could be disease, could be bitchin', itchin' |
| Could be fuckin' fleas, my decision, Spanish cheese |
| Spread it, get it back, snap, cheddar Jack, pat |
| I’ma get 'em right back, bitch |
| Meet me on the other side |
| My only regret is that my mother cried |
| And my chick too, I shit you |
| Not, there will be another kid to take my spot |
| Is it too early for me? |
| Will there be a jury for me? |
| Have you heard me Lordy? |
| Worried you ain’t heard my story |
| Will it be late at night or in the early morning? |
| Either way, slurpin' forties out in purgatory |
| Ashamed of myself, the pain that I felt |
| My paper, my wealth, not concerned with or pertained to my health |
| Not concerned with if I hang from a belt |
| All these people talkin', I just stay to myself, so what’s real? |
| Watch me float around my city, gettin' wild |
| With a stomach full of bile, as I suffer with a smile |
| Think about it when I wake up, money all got ate up at the bar |
| Prolly get some new tomorrow, I be paid up, straight up |
| Floatin' down the River Styx, countin' daffodils |
| Ignorin' all these e-mails from Complex and Mass Appeal |
| Thinkin', «If I wasn’t such a pussy, I’d have had a deal» |
| When I die, play my failure on the blooper reel |
| Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit |
| Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels |
| Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in |
| But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed |
| Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done |
| When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool |
| Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and |
| You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full |
| Jackin' people for their beanstalks, stackin' my green up |
| As I keep my head to the sky, as if I seen up |
| See the blood, mix it with the Sprite inside of my lean cup |
| It’s a dual reality of sobriety, as I fiend up |
| Voices, scrolling' through every option, their choices |
| Pointless, nine millimeter might leave me voiceless |
| Appointed to a therapist when I’m very pissed, I’m arrogant |
| Tellin' myself that I be fine, it’s the point where it’s scary, yes |
| Carried this burden, for certain, I just need a surgeon |
| To take away all my emotions, my system is nervous |
| You only think deep when a fuckin' shrink speaks |
| Only time I count sheep is when a nigga six feet |
| Six deep, ten toes, nah, that’s sixty-fours |
| Nigga, I don’t play games, N64 |
| I done been to places you ain’t even been before |
| Heaven and hell, angels and demons is my friends and foes |
| Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit |
| Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels |
| Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in |
| But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed |
| Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done |
| When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool |
| Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and |
| You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full |