Kings

Album cover art for "Kings" by Grieves

Grieves - Rap, West Coast Rap

Kings

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[Verse 1] I drink the cloudy city rainwater You can never save my soul Painted glass on my stomach and I don't break it for no one, go Your blood runs like a river when your back's turned And hope don't float when it's choking on its last words Word, which one would you use to describe this I'm sick of fighting everyone around me for silence Sick of trying to get by inside of your silly blinded Vision of what you though life was before you dived in Take a look at me I'm picking through my last meal Heading to the gallows with a smile on my cracked grill and That's real, you can keep your little rap deals Cause I don't give a damn about being king of any crap hill Stop, and let it fall where the chips land And take the earth from underneath your fragile pride and kick stand, so When it all clears and the rain clouds fade you can sleep with the rest of the skeletons in their grave [Pre-Chorus] This city, (yeah) it's really got a hold on you This city, (yeah) it's really got a hold on you [Chorus] You don't need to fight me off I'm well on my way Gonna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face Your king is dead [Verse 2] You can cherish these bricks all day But not a single one will ever get you outta here and take you away You want a throne that can never be claimed But standing there looking like another drone that lost his way So take the broken crown off Bowing in a kingdom full of fools gold Searching for a diamond in a pile full of bruised hopes You're looking at me through those tiny little two holes That lie to you and force you to be blinded when the truth shows Yeah, I guess I'm nothing but a blood drop That fell out of your last black listed number one spot Coagulate me, I'm ready to be released and Outta your palms like the burgundy powdered breeze, how poetic You all want change but won't let it Get a breath of any answer till you decided it was ready to breathe Believe me, that's the nature of the beast Break his little legs and watch it try to flee Watch it hobble out your awful line of reach Turn around and pull the cotton out it's mouth and pour it's heart out in the streets And when all of this is over You can sharpen up your teeth just to smile in the mirror while the rest of you depletes [Pre-Chorus] This city, (yeah) it's really got a hold on you This city, (yeah) it really ate a hole through you [Chorus] You don't need to fight me off I'm well on my way Gonna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face Your king is dead

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  • Grieves
  • Budo