greyhound – no sense lyrics
[intro]
you ever feel like motherf-ckers just talk sh-t to talk it?
you know, making no sense and sh-t
well this one’s dedicated to you
look!
[hook] 2x
i hear em talking, they make no sense (no sense)
shut your mouth with all that nonsense (yeah, yeah)
god d-mn, i’m bout to go in (yeah, yeah)
turn my head to all that gossip (yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
grown men acting like some toddlers
obvious, i can see it through my iris
my eyelids open, i’ve been hopin’
motherf-ckers come to they senses
they senseless, so i pencil this
did i mention their etiquette is reckless?
it’s evident, the comments so negative
hope they fall off a precipice
but i’ll always get better since
i’ve dedicated my life to this
i write this sh-t and i’ve been fighting with
motherf-ckers like some viruses (viruses)
feeling like it’s time to dip
no longer do i run though, i gotta stay humble
i don’t contemplate hustle, i just stick to it, commit to it
don’t get p-ssed stupid
in the booth i’m daily attendee
can’t comprehend me
tryna make me some benjy’s
that’s franklin, no aretha
i’ll eat ya quicker than a slice of pizza
and i won’t need no two liter soda to drink
i’m hoping you think for a moment instead
of just moving through the motions again
[hook] 2x
[verse 2: kyle bent]
ay, ay, ay, ay
turn my head to all that nonsense (shi, shi, shi)
don’t talk to me unless you’re conscious (shi, shi, shi)
either way i’m gon’ make you there
holding conversations, they gon’ hold you down like wavy caps (wavy)
i hand out blessings like they is trading cards
hold your integrity ain’t no trading ours (trading ours)
young n-gg- too real, made a star (made a star)
born to be the truth, yeah, that’s what they hate me for
can’t escape the boy, can’t escape a problem (problem)
me? i’m just something that they haven’t solved yet (solved yet)
young employed n-gg-, i’m my own boss yeah (own boss yeah)
stand up for yourself, yeah, hold my posture (hold the posture)
they gon’ have to k!ll me with a harpoon (harpoon)
young godzilla taking y’all food (y’all food)
made a couple plans, they ain’t fall through (fall through)
folding under pressure that’s what y’all do, wavy
ay, yo, yo
[hook]
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