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grieves - vice grip lyrics

[verse 1:]
look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last night’s air
hand shaking cause the vice never fights fair
and you’re relating cause you struggle with the same sh-t
and wrote the threat of addiction off with the same sip
drowning, holding on to anything and everything around me,
staring down the barrel of a browning
scowering, looking for any chance that allows me
to sip another bad taste down and devour it whole
young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
no diamond in a stocking full of coal
never listen to the world when it told me i should slow my roll
it’s abusive, but never hands on a women,
choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when i shouldn’t
if the proof is in the pudding i done ate it all up,
instead of savoring the taste i love
[hook:]
i’m on that sh-t again and i don’t wanna come back down
i hold my broken crown in pieces
pour my last shot to the ground
you’re on that sh-t again, trying to overload my mound
you always chase me round in circles till i’m forced to hit the clouds
i won’t come down
[verse 2:]
what’s your meaning of high, huh?
getting lifted on a smoke cloud,
moderately poisoning yourself until you zone out?
stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing adderall and cain,
tilt another styrofoam cup to your mouth
me? i got my own way to get up,
starts with a rocks gl-ss and ends with a hiccup
and all the while i’ve been camouflaging my symptoms
like i don’t do the harder drugs cause i slip up
slip up – yeah that kid slipped up,
rehabilitated twice and skipped straight to the pub
i got my pops freaking out about his son
and i’m juggling the stress of an artist by getting drunk
no difference
i escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
i’ve been focusing and fighting so hard
that i deserve a little bit of r&r, right?
[hook:]
i’m on that sh-t again and i don’t wanna come back down
i hold my broken crown in pieces
pour my last shot to the ground
you’re on that sh-t again, trying to overload my mound
you always chase me round in circles till i’m forced to hit the clouds
i won’t come down
[verse 3:]
i never claimed to be a saint, sh-t
i built a life off of mishaps
and cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped gl-ss
the sick fact is i’m happy when i’m sh-t-canned
at least a little bit, i smile like a lit candle
but i’m aware that i’m just blinded by the blanket of it
and stress doesn’t get relinquished just by drinking something
and i don’t know if i’m addicted to the feeling or the fact
that i can make a little exit without thinking of it
h-ll, i guess i’m showing all the signs huh?
and redirecting to where alcohol defines fun
and i’ll admit that i’ve been known to have a good time,
but promised that i’d never cross the line
but never learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
make it so the night train never gets to go
i’m as vulnerable as any of you other joe shmoe’s
and got a couple little vices of my own.
[hook:]
i’m on that sh-t again and i don’t wanna come back down
i hold my broken crown in pieces
pour my last shot to the ground
you’re on that sh-t again, trying to overload my mound
you always chase me round in circles till i’m forced to hit the clouds
i won’t come down

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