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gritfall - taste lyrics

[intro: sample]

[verse: gritfall]
(drop that sh+t)
your brain food fried in fat
lazy writers no train of thought, making tired tracks
burnt rubber, can’t learn from your lying past
cause they melted all the knowledge with fire and gas
turn the music off these guys are ass i’d rather just sit in silence, in fact until it turns summer, i’ll be back
hibernating could turn me crazy i’m lacking d3
i haven’t seen green leaves since bc

uh, you been her man since peewee
although she love the way i freak these beats, it get her freaky
i don’t mean to make hеr leave you just to see me
but if it happеned, know it was easy
i just build while she listen and feed me
i tell her, “put your phone down, tell me something constructive”
you better not be nagging or telling me how good you be f+ckin’
her phone buzzed, she checked it so i showed her the exit
it’s stupid how keeping conversations impressive

[hook: gritfall]
you gotta follow the recipe
your whole flavours off, it needs some extra me
this the club cooking, save some room in your stomach for thirds
it’s not a verse: this a four course, five star desert (l!ck ya f+ckin’ fingers)
you gotta follow the recipe
your whole flavours off, it needs some extra me
this the club cooking, save some room in your stomach for fifths
it’s not a diss but, name a crew who be cheffing like this
[verse: raz fresco]
uh, look
youngin’ go for ya’ provologne
the hundreds, cause’ home alone, sensory overload
ya’ growth stunted, it’s bittersweet
my feet hit the ground i taste the freedom for a second
then realize the biggest h+ll the one that blend in
bless from doom, my palm the crescent moon
you swine never get the precious jewels, or the loot
pathetic connections, these songs be on [?]
all y’all, like who elected you, my sword swing, beheading you

yo, every angle multi+directional
my status in the stratis, apparatus, blast the tennis coat
crack the codes for those in packages and correctional
she love the flavour, fresco sesasoned professional
could teach a whole semester, professor flow
select the chef, when you go
babygirl, generous with the throat
“seen h+ll” like what veterans quote
you too hot, destined for smoke
your raps cut, you steppin’ on the dope (sh+t)

- gritfall lyrics

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