Graves - Idiot's Grace (feat. Solvent) Lyrics

I don't need a boss, I would never sign a deal
I'm here with Graves, yeah we cooking up a meal
Too gone in the smoke, don't know how to feel
Swear to God ima blow how I'm?)
We gon' make it spin around, we gon' make it spin around
We the gang to creep around, we gon' burn the city down
I've been smoking through my limit, I've been smoking through the pound
Everybody looking for me, I've been living with the hounds
When it gets cold, Moncler keep me so warm
Got a lot of old money, had it since a newborn
Had to buy my ex bitch, she was acting too torn
She was acting too torn, give her fighting one more

Yeah I had to put on the mask, yeah, you could never ever ever find me
Yeah, I could never take back all these things the same, man it really don't excite me
Why they still talking 'bout my past, I don't give a f*ck, ima leave it all behind me
And now I'm up, running all the laps, I just need you right here, right beside me
I just need you, I just need you
I just need you, I just need you
What you wanna eat, got a table for two
I just need you, I just need you

Yeah, I need you right beside me
I feel like I'm Lil Peep, yeah, in my white tee
Ima keep it highkey, I know they don't like me
No you not my twin, you be acting like we Siamese
Ignorance is bliss, I don't care, that's how life be
I don't care too much, idiot's grace
Yeah they talk about me, they never say it to my face
N-A-S-A, bitch, give me some pace
L-O-L, hey bitch, I'm from out the way
I got racks in my account, I got money in the bank
I know that they love my style, yeah they say I'm hella dank
And just like my last name, ima send them to the graves
Sending shots, I'm like grrah
My rocker, I'm off it, I'm with Solvent, that's my damn dawg
If you f*ck with me, throw up Cloud City with the gods
Night time in the bity, bitch I'm litty, I've been sippin' strong

I could tell you this music shit ain't for the weak
When you was in high school, you hit your peak
When I was in high school, I said f*ck the teach
My classmates always tryna ask me for a feat
I graduated, said goodbye to my hometown
Still some muhf*ckas back home that be talking down
Yeah, it's 'cause I turned this shit to my town
So don't even try to dap me up when I come around
So don't even try to fill my cup when I'm feeling down
All you rappers f*cking suck, I'm the best around
Everybody acting tough but I know you a clown
V-I-N-T-A-G-E, wow
I bossed up, I did my own sound
Turn your speakers up, bitch get loud
You so unoriginal, you following the crowd
Counting up these decimals, I don't even need an accountant

Vintage
That real vintage, man, like
Who the f*ck said I was falling off?
Bitch I'm here to stay and there ain't nothing you can do about it
Oh my days
God bless America
Cloud City