C-Leezy - Grind (Ft. Sean Toner) lyrics

[INTRO] VERSE 1: C-Leezy Gotta sacrifice the hoes Sacrifice some clothes Cuz my new gucci loafers cost the same as my car note Sacrafice whatever man I'm tryna cop the condo 25th floor out in Miami man Im so close I'm so so nowadays, I be grindin everyday Keep my heart pumpin even though that sh** hurt Cuz I been f**ing with some woman that I swear are the coldest Leave you in rain while its thundering by the ocean I may not be the sharpest but f** it I'm still focused On the dream, when I wake in the morning, no snoozing This life is what you make my n***a you gotta choose it Use it, or lose it, stick to the rubric Produce it, abuse it, true to the music (yeah) I feel like talking my sh** Come to my party acting friendly you could s** my dick But oh Just call me low key leezy Always got a smile on everytime you see me And Im Just moving forward like the tivo on the TV And I ain't got no time for lost people and fake feelings foreal I did my time while I was caking big mistake its all good foreal Im kinda odd in the making but I'm chasing making dreams to real HOOK: SEAN TONER They didn't think I could, they didn't think I could, hey They didn't think that I could, they didn't think I could, hey Do you ever feel alone, like your the only one grindin Knew I couldn't be alone, cuz they say no man's an island Do you ever feel alone, like your the only one grindin Knew I couldn't be alone, cuz they say no man is an island, ya know VERSE 2: Sean Toner Do you ever feel alone.... I guess I can't be talking man they know I'm never home Oh, nevermind the sh** I been through, man your lifes a party, no not the dayglows I'm worried I'll put the work in Then show up at the restaurant and they'll say I got no reservation After all the dedication where am I to go? So I bring birth with my soul, and k** it with the flow Metaphors n' White Wine, stayed up late at night time Just tryna make it more, thats why me n' Leezy gold Cuz when it comes to doin work, we're like b**h leave me alone I dont care if shes a ten, I gotta do my sh** I don't care if she's bringin friends, I gotta do this sh**, and Ima do this sh** Sacrificed it all to rhyme, they should know that there's no stopping me Less they got a nine to pop in my mind When Im up writin for hours man I jot it past the line Im'a be Pac past my prime, put my time on the bottomline to push it past the sky, Aah, Aah! HOOK: