Grind It Up ft. Johnny Champagne Lyrics

This the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper

That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up

Then again, it don't even matter

Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)

To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)

Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)

Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)

Grind it up, no more leaves

Absence, I stare at absinthe

On the counter, Publix

I hit that backflip or a barrel roll

Something crazy that you never seen before

Express line, run it up

Oh, cause I'm tired, so tired

Been working too long

My only prescription is making these songs

Expect for what the doctor gave to me

This ain't a pill popping song, this is honesty

They say my rhymes filled with personality

Well that's good because a lot of them are personal to me

Got a lot of people tryna take me of my energy

So I kick back and release

Every girl I ever been with cared alot about they teeth

I tell em all they beautiful while I grab another sweet

For my anxiety

This is so chronic, Dre was making beats, not making Beats

Look, and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper

That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up

Then again, it don't even matter

Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)

To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)

Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)

Champagne, chilling with the breeze (Oh me, oh my)

Grind it up, no more leaves

But do my kicks have enough release?

Do my khakis have another crease?

Interview coming so soon

Need a new job to pay for my lease

My fans acting like my roommates

I keep quiet just so they

Just so they sleep, just say they (Shh)

Don't mind all the chatter, it comes in many forms, that's my (That's my)

Brain matter

Load her up on every detail, that's my main backup

Nice dude that'll make your main back up

But my head's in the sky so I'll pack up

I'm planning coast to coast with multiple hosts, the number one being me

But plans change, now my schedule is free

Now we masking up like Kakashi

And lately, they've been down on a ninja

Skin brown, you a ninja

Even with my poetry, they say I'm just another ninja

My God (My God)

My God (My God)

My God

Oh and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper

That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up

Then again, it don't even matter

Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)

To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)

Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)

Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)

Grind it up, no more leaves

Now it's the stoney, smoking every moment rapper

I'm searching through my mind that I don't even got a map of

I'm climbing Heaven's Light up to Jah cause he providing everything I have a lack of

Burning up my sorrows while I'm choking on this backwood

Moving forward, never backward

Only answer to one master

That's my Lord and he my savior

That's my father, we related

Came to him with all my problems, ran from him with my behavior

It takes more than just the amen, think I need a bit more saving

Contemplating on the ways in which I try to feel most present

Smoking spliffs and writing pages that I use as my confessions

Taking L's and taking notes, the only way I learn my lessons

Smoking dolo every session, count my curses and my blessings

Yeah, I'm back

Always quitting and relapse

I just want to joke and laugh, always came with strings attached

Left the Earth, I'm going to heaven

Pray my haters and my brethren get they blessings

He can take us any second, hope you ready

Now it's the tortured soul, lonely, stoney rapper

He don't need no spliff because he elevates so natural

But I guess it don't even matter, same dude gave us atmosphere

And we gon' fly, yeah, we gon' fly

We gon' fly, yeah

We gon' fly, yeah, yeah