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Wake up and smell the coffee
Is your cup half full or empty?
When we talk, you say it softly
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet, quiet

You see a piece of paper
Could be a little greater
Show me what you could make her
You’ll never know until you try it
You don’t have to keep it quiet

And I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say, but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

Look up, out of your window
See snow, won’t let it in though
Leave home, feel the wind blow
‘Cause it’s colder here inside in silence
You don’t have to keep it quiet

Yeah, I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

[Intro: Joe Grind]
I been canned full [?] of hard bars [?], you get me?
Real grindy on the streets
[?]

[Verse 1: Joe Grind]
Grind (No)
You couldn’t really tell this is a phone ting
Spare No-1 shit (Spare)
Yeah this is real hard (Hard)
Niggas bust guns (Bow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (Flames)
‘Cause, this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again (Shit)
Grind is the name, blud I didn’t have to say that (Nah)
Look, at my ring, and my jacket, and my Grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn’t mind that (Trust)
Put your tings in them, and the feds won’t find that
Got caught slipping, if I do, then I’m peace (Peace)
‘Cause the feds can’t touch Giggs, they’re trying shit on me (Me)
I’m just tryna make P’s (P’s)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (Celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed ’cause I was making money on the side, he’s a D-I-C (Hey)
But that won’t stop me (Nah)
I make my grind yeah, all my haters look look
Watch me make few cheese (Here)

[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
I once stacked an elastic band (Bands)
I’m up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bags (Plastic)
Smash out coke (Coke), grab that dough (Dough)
That should be the definition of a smash and grab
The amount of times I’ve had to clap at fags (Fags)
But it’s either that or I can wait ’til my back gets stabbed
Somebodies snitching, I ain’t acting bad (Nah)
But the shit imma, when I catch that fag
Niggas don’t want me fucking mad (Nah)
Because that’s when I’ll go oldschool
Rolling with my straps in cabs (Straps in cabs)
.23 straps and mags (Straps and mags)
And you can go to [?] and tell your family [?], pack them bags
They say they’ve never heard of trap this bag (Bag)
[?] gave me the beater, grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
My son don’t even know it yet but when he’s talking to me
He’s looking at a smash hit dad

[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)

[Chorus: Busdriver]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
News flash!
The world cracks wide the fuck open
Swallowing you and your homies whole
Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
It is holier than thou
Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 2]
Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
My son asked me if we would live
My son truthfully asked me if we would live
Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
Leaving little room for imagination
Either that or nothing but room for imagination
Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
As streets crumble and bones break
It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 1]
I see you watching so I hopped into your step
[…] position, but I’m looking over there
I got a situation that I can tell you wanna know
You could take an honest girl and turn her to a hhh ohh
Take a gamble and […]
I’m worth more than the diamonds that you got around your neck
Shit, nobody can […]
My baby does it […]
If you promise […]

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I ain’t right for tempting you
But I just wanna see what you will do
If I give you a taste of what I do
Just remember that I don’t belong to you

[Chorus]
You gonna have to come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
So boy you better come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
Stronger than this liquor

[Verse 2]
[…]
I’m just playing […]
The way you’re talking […]
But when you looking at me, boy I know what’s up
I can feel how you feel without even a touch
[…] come give it up
Your time is up

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I ain’t right for tempting you
But I just wanna see what you might do
If I give you a taste of what I do
Just remember that I don’t belong to you

[Chorus]
You gonna have to come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
Boy you better come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
I’m stronger than this liquor

[End]
More than that

[Intro]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the devil face to face, while she dancin’
I feel like a rebel, Marilyn, no Manson
She takin’ advantage, she take me for granted
Heartbreak boolin’ in my lungs, like cancer
Everybody playin’ love games, it’s a standard
I’m so pissed off, I feel like Bruce Banner
I forgot to show you to the door, mind my manners

[Verse]
I can do this on my own, fuck your help
I took my heart out my chest, and put it on my shelf
I told myself I wouldn’t fall in love with anybody else
Next thing you know I’m on a dinner date, straight to hell
Funny thing is this not my first time here
I’ve been here so much, I’m really startin’ to like hell
Toxic relationships got me killin’ myself
On the phone with a therapist, bitch I need me some help
Shorty really got the key to my soul
Shorty play me like piana maestro
I was taught to let live and let go
I don’t trust you, they gon’ shoot you, they treat me like Metro
Cannon on my hip, like Metroid
Cupid wanna shoot, I’ma shoot back boy
Spinnin’ Bobby Brown, that’s the new crack boy
I’ma play this shit like a black JAG, boy

[Chorus]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the devil face to face, while she dancin’
I feel like a rebel, Marilyn, no Manson
She takin’ advantage, she take me for granted
Heartbreak boolin’ in my lungs, like cancer
Everybody playin’ love games, it’s a standard
I’m so pissed off, I feel like Bruce Banner
I forgot to show you to the door, mind my manners