Peter Muth - Grounded lyrics

[Verse 1] Got a cup full of ice and I'm 'bout to get free Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie, you're not me I'm not special but I know about depression And been making music for ten years What's your question? Yes, it's stressful, but I'm not the esoteric type Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed Top ten? You can f** that ven(ue) Never hold my breath: iron lunged leviathan My girl would play bluegra** before my sh** But it's cool cause I don't respect an a** kiss Whatever comes up must come out Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style But I'm feeling his - what up to Rhymesayers Black Paisley respects your f**ing grind players And we awkward, a little like Lee Dewyze But those who listen closely can read between the lines [Hook] Got my drink in my cup so I'm ready for whatever Gotta put my time in so I'm 'bout to pull the lever No time like the present and I'm gonna live forever Tired of being tired, never hear me say never With a hand to the sky and my head in the clouds I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down My feet on the ground even though I feel fly Even after take off I'm home [Verse 2] I feel like - music can be electric In fact on that I'll bet this: My hurt and pain are second string when playing Byron Leftwich I make this music for my people who use it Exactly for the same reason I do, I'm still tryna get through Like half the population The same boat rockin', waitin' Maryland crabs inside the bucket tryna stop the hatin' The pain is thick and dense, and that just has me mocking Satan As if I believed in anything but the ones who made me And shaped me. Got friends, and family, and my music And to me they equal God, so you keep your funny ruses Amused by all the ignorance displayed in our community Not really cool to talk about, but f** it, that's what true to me What's new to me? Not much homeboy Rode pretty hard last quarter century Learned a few things - forgot a bunch more Hence why I spit for the memories No benching me I'm A team here on out So go ahead and just clear on out And you can try to play tough But you know what you smell like A little Lake Huron trout I'm off of it, and back on again Never read much Kurt Vonnegut But I should have cause that would have probably Helped me with my ponderin' Like a conduit you find promising Communicate with no admonishment Eye to eye, you don't need an icon To tell you that it's time to win [Hook] [Outro] [?] with the pedal to the floor, oh-oh No worries cause the drink's in my cup, and I'm never gonna spill no-oh Got the windows down and the music turned up Playin' some dumb sh**, but we don't give a f** Cause it's got a good beat, and we already drunk Please drop us somewhere we can know