NiezgodaInstrumentals - Gripping Woodgrain lyrics

[Cool Hook] Run from the fad, and get f**ed up Run from the lies, and get f**ed up Run to the foolies and bet you're getting f**ed up [Verse 1: ABVKYA] You're playing in the devil's house, that's a fact, friend Fast outta oxygen, you can't comprehend where I am at this time and point A pivotal message coming through to disappoint His hands snatch you like a high from the heavens Never been close but I'm close to an 11 Carding me? Think about the lost sanctions Sank a ship, my neck's ready for the hangman To my coffin up to my eardrums After this drops I'm straight back to the school slums No numb, no partition, late emission I'm hooked to the green like a major addiction But there's no f**ing help, paper missing the middle for extra stealth Versatile versus the Artful A long line, a long rhyme, to match with his long spine [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] Uh, never once have I abetted libel by the snakes You play "state" better than the State so call the jakes up Can't cheat when his whole romp is intellect Liquor in a warned liver, now we're in effect All I want to do is sell bags and hide money Count faces from absence of misogyny Many framed who claimed that they fit it Beg for all mercy in the voice you talk sh** in Fam, I only took a dirt nap, you don't get a second chance acting like that And all can't drink like us or think like us Hoping that the game needs another you for bust [Cool Hook 2] Run from the fad, and get f**ed up Run from the lies, and get f**ed up Run to the foolies and bet you're getting f**ed up