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through the grapevine - 4ria lyrics

verse 1:
to be is not the way to be
i played to keep, but came to see i played myself
it’s plain to see
i played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
i hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please
i can’t compete or draw the line from a to b
or draw the line between the things i want and things i need
it’s hard to be discreet when everything is bleak
and every thought that lingеrs really makes me sink
into thе muddy waters and i oughta stop this cycle
love is vain, unstable like my vitals
caught the bug that made me like you, but i am the type to get lost
as i fight through the fog, in spite of what’s wrong like typos
type of psycho to tip the scales
balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells
the culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail
i slowly scale the hope and pull closer
none of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure
cold blooded, times up, i told ya whether i fail and fall over
nail in the coffin until i’m sober
writing about the darkness, motherf*cker, i live it too
comparing me to rappers i don’t even f*cking listen to
simple truth is i’m a simple dude
every verse i birth reveals the sh*tty truth
i’m cynical, feel nimble when i’m living off the tempos
evolving, soft and gentle, exhausting my f*cking temper
do without the self critical pity, i reached the pinnacle of h*ll till i felt sh*tty
spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly
hook:
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
but the truth is brutal
that’s the sh*t that i heard through the grape vine
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
the truth is f*cking brutal
that’s what i heard through the grapevine

verse 2:
sh*tty ass people bound to flip and turn evil
i might slip into comatose like i’m sick and on the needle
but i know that sh*t is lethal, so i’ll keep my f*cking distance
wicked prescriptions
nicotine, i love when it kicks in
all these addictions feel like a f*cking crucifixion
who will even listen to these tunes?
i’ve been conflicted with the rules of my condition
once i drew blood, i felt distant from my true love
i won’t give in to the truth of my decisions

hook:
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
but the truth is brutal
that’s the sh*t that i heard through the grape vine
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
the truth is f*cking brutal
that’s what i heard through the grapevine
verse 3:
well, i’m thinking everybody got me f*cked up
till the sticking point, love’s been hitting my heart like nunchucks
take trails to find truth and trust guts
face pale, go to sleep whenever the suns up
sun zu, you dumb fools
these rough cuts of rigid rhythms are driven to make my blood rush
if you’re sitting, just listen to what i construct
stuck up b*tches are picky, so when i’m spitting
i hope they could shut the f*ck up
i would hate to assume that most critics are truly rude
this sh*t sounds like hooty hoo meets judy blume
takes a lot of f*cking guts to never give a f*ck or fume
whether you doubt or prove if i ever could win or lose
ever so dense and cruel
i’ll never defend my views or my tendencies and my dues
centipede, i move with a gentle ease
and refuse to attend to your little rules
evident, you’re a lie, i’ll lend a piece of my truth
wither away on any given day
twitching with the wicked withdrawals the k*pins gave
sticking to the script, dissolved, i can’t be saved
ever since pre*k, mama told me be safe
oughta tune you motherf*ckers out like t*pain
legit to a tee like the way that i numb pain
either that or bleed until my thoughts are f*cking blood stained
life is so far from the mundane bum days
i just need a pick me up
f*ck your pity, i’m pretty much petty enough to divvy up schemes to defeat these evil f*cks
leave me alone, i’m in control
gleaming, b*tch i ball till i fall
no off season, i off these demons till they dissolve
off the wall, i’m stuck
sever them all, the rush of letting ’em know i’m spitting flows till they shut the f*ck up
off the wall, i’m stuck
sever them all, the rush of letting ’em know i’m spitting flows till they shut the f*ck up
hook:
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
but the truth is brutal
that’s the sh*t that i heard through the grape vine
i can’t help, but to feel a little suicidal
that’s my baseline, distorted just like the bass line
whatever it takes, they said it takes time
the truth is f*cking brutal
that’s what i heard through the grapevine

- 4ria lyrics

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