GRIMACE PT 1

 

Bitches gremlins, I'm a grimace, you don't get it

You can't fix it, you can't fix shit, no forgiveness

I'm the sickest, like it's a sickness, so damn vicious

Got an illness, you on my kill list, I ain't chilling, uh

Bitches gremlins, I'm a grimace, so addicted

It's addicting, mind yo' business, go wash the dishes

No shit bitch for Christmas, no hugs or kisses

I got an illness, you on my kill list, no time for chillin', uh

 

It's way too dark out, we gon' bring the cars out

We got guns, 9 mm pistols in the trunk

I get the top bunk, yeah, she stink like a skunk

This shit be the funk, we watch TV while eatin' junk

Gotta work out and be loved, but I am not enough

'Cause all I do is front, no time to stunt

Gotta slam-dunk these hoes when I'm drunk, yeah

Fuck that lil' punk, watch how he bust

I don't even give a fuck, uh

I get my bucks up, not one to trust

Love ain't decent, my heart sunk

Silent treatment, ain't feelin' crunk

Collectin' dust on the shelves, punt, he a cunt

Light up a lil' blunt, smoke his ass from a distance

He ignorant, he do not get it, uh

I got resistance, fuck your whole existence

I got my own opinions and visions we are so damn different

We have a big difference, yeah, shawty resistant

I get the cash, I ain't ever listen

My mama told me one day if I die I shoulda listened, uh

But I don't really care if I die in an instant

Old friends new friends we all distant

I know I ain't the one for you, but I done did it

You said I didn't and who I isn't, but goddamn

I did what you couldn't do, but I'm still a grimace

Friends fuck me up, uh, my daddy was a witness

He didn't do shit, he told me to wash the dishes

I'm gettin' depression like that shit's a sickness

And I can't take it when hoes go apeshit due to my decisions

My mama understood me but my daddy didn't

'Cause honestly, these hoes don't want forgiveness

They came from rags now they want the riches

For Christmas, I ain't get no gifts or kisses

Fuck this gift shit, you can get this dick

My mama religious, she hopped God would fix this

But he didn't fix shit, so I became vicious

Gave my mama love when daddy didn't

'Cause I know life get real tough when you become the biggest

I can't get enough of this love, even if it gon' diminish

Need time to finish, I'm tired of these bitches

Fuck this bliss shit, I do this business

Need a genie, 3 wishes, I got many stitches

I was friends with some snitches who thought they dicks was the biggest

They cared 'bout inches, wiz kids, did this

And I was pissed, bitch, I missed it, it diminished

And now mama swimmin' with the fishes

Wish I coulda fixed it, tryna grip it

I fucked up so many times it's unforgiving

And I know I fucked up your life and how you was living

But give me one more chance one more time, I be wishing

That my mama came back to life no suicide and daddy would listen

'Cause in my mind all the time it's so addicting

In my life I never had someone who would get it

'Cause so many times I failed my friends and kept sippin'

The second I pop a pillie, I start trippin'

My ADHD fuckin' me up, I'm table flipping

I know that you gon' suck me up, you ain't even kidding

I wanted to have fun as a kid, no crime committing

But my daddy didn't let me do shit, not even continue my bar spittin

Ran away like 5 times, hoes said I was trippin'

And every time I came back, I got beaten, consciousness slippin'

Why'd mama have to go 'way? Is she in Heaven?

Is she in somewhere safe where she ain't feelin' threatened?

Is she okay, not in Hell, with friends who ain't demented?

And if she doin' well, not under no spells, does she know where she headed?

No questions, my daddy said, go to your room, no questions, uh

 

Bitches gremlins, I'm a grimace, you don't get it

You can't fix it, you can't fix shit, no forgiveness

I'm the sickest, like it's a sickness, so damn vicious

Got an illness, you on my kill list, I ain't chilling, uh

Bitches gremlins, I'm a grimace, so addicted

It's addicting, mind yo' business, go wash the dishes

No shit bitch for Christmas, no hugs or kisses

I got an illness, you on my kill list, no time for chillin', uh

 

Forget it, you don't love me, I know I ain't enough

Caught your bluff, a hard shove, now you huff and puff

Just want this love, all this stuff, no need to be rough

Life so tough, I got a club, tryna be buff, yeah

Life got me fucked up and in cuffs (and in cuffs, and in cuffs)

I huff and pout, feelin' my cat's fluff (my cat's fluff, my cat's fluff)

I put on gloves, can't get enough of (can't get enough of, can't get enough of)

Your love and the way you touch (the way you touch, the way you touch)

But who am I to judge? Need someone to be my crutch

I need to fuckin' clutch, I know I said way too much

And baby, you really pack a punch, I just wan' eat my lunch

Munch munch a fuckin' bunch, yeah, yeah

My bones crunch, my bones break, my dad impregnated my mom

Wearin' grunge, got a knife 'bout to lunge

I know my daddy got a bomb, yeah

Wipe the counters with a sponge, my back be fuckin' hunched

Can't get enough sleep, my nose is scrunched up

Yeah, I counter your hits, I power a bitch

I devour this shit, you're a sour lil' bitch

I'ma shower in this, you can shower in dicks

Fuck these hoes and encounters with pricks

Hoes cower when I walk in, I ain't one for talking

Hoes act like it's shocking, G-Shock, body dropping

I need not, ain't ever stopping, eavesdrop, chair rocking

I need ya, I know the cops be knocking

Demons in my room, they be watching

Can't get enough of this pill popping

Xanny on my table, need to go shopping

All this pain my demons be causing

You ain't helpin' me, I be starving

And I wish I could start restarting

I fucked up, now we disregarding

Shit I said that's scarring, all of us, like Martin

I fucked up, beg your pardon, like what?

I'm in the zen garden, eatin' lunch, I tarnish

Your love, what does it accomplish? We demolish

We in the darkness, shoes I gotta polish

And I don't want it, shit we haven't accomplished

Fuck achievements, I'm just bein' honest

My life wasn't decent, I was still tryn' live modest

And I never really do what I promised

So sorry mama for fucking up in August

If you can hear me from Heaven, I promise

For real this time, that I won't run 'way to Compton

I'll stay wit' you in my head, won't be forgotten

Tossin' and turnin' in my bed, body rottin'

Apple rotten, it be dead, this shit so common

Gotta get bread, uh, I'm in my coffin, coughin'

I got no options, takin' lots of caution

Makin' deposits, I blast off in a rocket

Chocolate in my pocket and clothes in my closet

We the opposite of eachother, I want profits

You want love, I wanna vomit

I want your love, but you don't want it

What is love? Somethin' I've been wantin'?

What is trust? Is that a 2nd option?

I want you, but you don't want me

'Cause I've been fucked up since 2003, yeah, yeah