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Grape Drank Lyrics - Artist : Busdriver
[Busdriver (Denmark Vessey):]
Grape soda, yeah (Nosebleeds at the crucifixion, yah) Grape soda, yeah [Busdriver:] I'm sucking on that appearance dope And peeping you through the periscope us Someone looks cause I'm too OG Write them scripts like I'm Truman Capote Isolated that chord structure And my loose thoughts become an oil gusher But I'm burning with a born lover And she's heating up on that spoon again Soothe dark, the perfect gold earrings For snapping jaws at a parole hearing I subvert my niggas' class envy With my good taste cause I don't have any I'll buy a high with that black penny In Baton Rouge with the dealed-up plates She needs imaginary real estate So my blood sugars, I'm a drug pusher What's a song worth against the price of dope? A break's a bitch with the right approach When you fake the pain and then you fight the rope And go a bit insane as you light the roach Then just melt into this kaleidoscope I love you too much to deny you that And destroy your little vice with a cyber hat Cause I love you too much to deny you that Mystified, she hit "reply" And told me that she can't stay sober Thinks that I make her fly Baby girl, it will change over Mystified, she hit "reply" And told me that she can't stay sober Begged the girl, and beg my world It feels like grape soda (There's no need for me to even explain) Grape soda (It's so crazy when I'm counting up that bank) Grape Now you're going through the mix, it's grape soda Doing business with them gangsters [Denmark Vessey:] Nosebleeds at the crucifixion, yah With Jerusalem on ice, the crown with Louis Vuitton spike on I knew right or wrong he was doing aight on sight And if I wax this poetry and I asked you slow but I shrugged like Atlas, with the blessing in the bank Stressin' like I need a Tylenol Parachutes a message inside of a molotov No limit is wrong, grippin' the mic like the weaponized olive stalk stole Livin' a lie in the heights with the oligarchs Maybe if I smile I can get a slice Trifecta for the style, blood sugar spice God damn, black and milds nearly took my life I'mma throw a [?] who could suffice Twenty-five [?] miles to the nearest light Fear alike for globe Fahrenheit Fear alike, catch your foes like a deer in light FOMO in the sold out paradise Now I know why the old folks slo-mo Now I know why the caged parrot carry on Every day, episode Black Mirror show Every day, grape soda and cereal Free my nigga Will, [?] wish I could visit right now Check in the back way, til you be in the ashtray Til you see the cache Right behind us, I needed life Right beside the money and vice Color dice with numbers society 99 cent high fructose think they're violent, shit [Busdriver:] (There's no need for me to even explain) Grape soda (It's so crazy when I'm counting up that bank) Grape Now you're going through the mix, it's grape soda Doing business with them gangsters Bounce to the movement from the bass drop You were clocking in the hours at the pot farm [?] my relationship it goes in the bank shot Bank shot, bank shot, bank shot Baby girl, it will change over Grape soda There's no need for me to even explain |
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