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Grins
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Grins was released on February 7, 2026 by 9936147 Records DK2 as a part of the album Grins - Single
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Release DateFebruary 7, 2026
Label9936147 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casey Weber
Casey Weber
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Weber
Casey Weber
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Retro Beatz
Retro Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Goddamnit
Hey
Sir
Hey man
Can you spare a cigarette?
I'm waking up at 8.30 in the goddamn morning
Stick my foot without a sock into an off-brand Jordan
That I found when I was sorting through the trash the night before
Between a dirty diaper and a tire
Aw man, score
This shitty life that I'm living, it seems that nobody cares
I turn recycling in and sometimes I'm lonely and scared
And when I'm huddled in an alley doing dope
I wonder how is it too much to ask of God for life to only be fair
But I'm cool, stay polite when they don't spare any change
God bless you, and I hope you have a very good day
I gotta split, the owner called the cops again
I'm off to pick a spot to sit and beg enough to cop a fifth of vodka with
I'm awful sick
I doubt if any doctor'd give me long to live
In my pocket, got a half-inch, 29-long syringe
A lot of people call me bum
Most of them call me Grins
I'm missing so many teeth that my mouth bends up at the ends
Time passes, the seasons change
But for me, it kinda seems like everything's the same
That's why I drink and get high, just to ease my pain
And one day, I'm gonna be free at last
Time passes and the seasons switch
I couldn't even tell you which day of the week it is
Go on ahead and keep staring when you see me grin
One of these days is gonna be my last
All this hypocrisy, the world could learn a lot from me, really
No need to have a fucking job or suck a cock for these shillings
And I don't vote in those elections
I'm in poverty willingly, just to play a pawn in your game
It would not be fulfilling
I'm doing the world a favor, pass away as fast as I can
And I ain't reproducing, nah, I've grown attached to my hand
I make a sacrifice with every little baggie I slam
Live half a life, so they don't raise another tax for my plan
You all could take a couple pointers from the likes of me
Go and fight disease, instead of fighting over which white rich guy will lead
The world could do with four or five of me behind the driver's seat
But no one gives a fuck what I believe
So Imma be right on the side of this building until it crumbles
With a broken pipe in my hand, and speaking in mumbles
Until the day that finally humanity's being humbled
And I can sit back and grin, cause I knew it, until it happens
I'll probably keep getting high
As time passes
Seasons change, the whole city disappears and only me remains
In my raincoat and my jeans with stains
Until the day that I escape this life
Time passes and the clouds will come
Call me Grins, I don't really like the sound of bum
I've been around forever in every town there was
If you could spare a little change it might
Written by: Casey Weber
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