Grit

Grit
Fuck that
Move back
Ziplocked in, finessed again
Make bands not friends
The ice burnt in your skin
Frozen over again
Leaning, a crack fiend fiending
Scatching skin just to feel feeling
Bleed on the carpet
How'd it get on the ceiling?
You flexing i ain't impressed and
You make no impression
You pressing for us to invest in
To your friendship, try to click with the clique
But this ain't kid shit, this is shnxman with his crew of bandits yeah
We kick this
We kick that
You talk shit
We fight back
We hit hard
I spit shards
I shout words that pierce hearts
No pulse; you done now
Eyes closed, brain in your eyebrows
Drink your blood, i cut your soul out
Chronic will send you to hell