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GRASP
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GRASP è stato pubblicato il 22 ottobre 2026 da The Free Association Co come parte dell'album That's So Green
22 ottobre 2026
EtichettaThe Free Association Co
LinguaEnglish
BPM74
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Always something wrong
This ride I'm on
Keepin spinnin' it's all blurry
If I could just focus
I could slow it all down surely
Yeah yeah
I be back n forth more than the weed
I was cold turkey
Now its 45 jays this week
Damn damn
Keep painting the corner
Stitch
Find my perfect pitch
I be having the answers
Til it's my turn like I'm hitch
What its gonna be
I gotta man up for my seed
I think I'ma be alright
I just need another cry
See me on the other side
When it rains it pours on me
I wonder why
I'm doin' a slow dance
Big gun in my pants, yeah
I can't second chance
Fuck a penny pincher baby
A key's 1000 grams
Tell a broke bitch scram
I can't hold ya hand
I can tell yo ass toxic
By the shit that's on yo gram
Damn.. I'ma steer clear
Had a weird year
But i'm still here
Pass me a beer
I put warm lights all up in the chandelier
So on cold nights it's still cozy up in here
God by my side
I'ma be alright
Been a rocky ride but from the rocks we rise
Moon gazing at the sky
Til we turn the tides
Fool said i lost my stride
But i'm on right on time
Always something wrong
This ride I'm on
Always sumn goin on up under the hood
Who cloned dope?
Walk the plank in ice skates
**** they should
We done took over the boat
In this captains cabin poppin' pomegranate
Hand canon jumping like Ja Morant
Bet I clear these evils
1 cent Regal Kenevial
Big PA speaker bumping the Beatles
She leaving home, is it getting better
Little help from my friends, that's never
I ain't got too many it's thin
**** only hit me up for ends
But this a new edition
Is this the end
And can't forget my kins
Fuck em all **** I'm in the wind
Shark infested waters I swam
Final exam studies I crammed
800 **** I slammed
Bird bitches getting plucked
Til I'm in a tux
Looking down like what
I was just dropping luck but it's up
**** we good
Fat shit tucked
Backing out shit **** couldn't front with
Jelly **** ain't got the touch
Pack em up
Me and Bass back
Like backlines on Streets Songs
Give it to me baby, I'm rich bitch
Stepping on demons with cleats on
Temperatures Rising, it's Clevon
At the Salamander with my tee on
Little shit matters I'm big
Even if just inside of my head
My true colors is red
Black and green
Type **** cointel pro
Send a fed try to off me while I'm in the bed
Who winnin' the war in they heads
They tryna block the spread
Look up at heaven ahead
Ain't much left here but my tread
Blazed a trail for my Aura
Raise hell on Sodom and Gomorrah
It's spiritual war

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