Fresh fruits from the TREE of life
Fish from the SEA of freedom
Jewels from the diamond mine
Cuz your young ass need em
Art from aerosol
A horse to glue
Kentucky derby parasol
Brain Food to chew...
Naysayers found slain
Outta they lane
Harsh words can reach a man (who's) hard to contain
You're the pilot of your own plane
Ass life
So From dumb shit, refrain
He had hella guns and died of diabetes
Dude shoulda ate his Wheaties
Street dreams transform fiends from the needy
Write my obituary in graffiti
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Aint nothin sweet but the edibles...
I touch it up somethin incredible
I break it down like I'm LAST in the supply chain
Walk with a fried brain
Their loss don't mean MY GAIN!
That's vulture shit
I'm culture first
Sheep outfits are sold cheap to wolves, with a purse
This (is) lapis lazuli of the track list...
I'm from the blacktop
Niggas is blackish
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My shit's integrity driven
I'm from the era of the Acura Integra
With televisions
Fresh and frisky
Bitch don't miss me
God is with me...
That's why don't invest in a vote...
Or hope from a system that's broke
Or fixed like trick dice
The guaranteed winner
Is the house that's white...
Midnight snackin, midnight mackin, midnight action
I'll spill this game, but that's only a fraction
I got a gut from the drinks
But a sparkle in my eye like King Tut or the Sphinx
I'm down with the winning team
Rest In Playoffs Dennis Green
My palm is itchin
Life is bitchin
Family's good
I'm the king of the block
Mayor of my neighborhood
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
With a bloody glove
They lure you to their vices...
Inflate your ego
Then abandon you in crisis
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Grindstone - Midnight Snack Lyrics
Grindstone - Midnight Snack Lyrics
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Fresh fruits from the TREE of life
Fish from the SEA of freedom
Jewels from the diamond mine
Cuz your young ass need em
Art from aerosol
A horse to glue
Kentucky derby parasol
Brain Food to chew...
Naysayers found slain
Outta they lane
Harsh words can reach a man (who's) hard to contain
You're the pilot of your own plane
Ass life
So From dumb shit, refrain
He had hella guns and died of diabetes
Dude shoulda ate his Wheaties
Street dreams transform fiends from the needy
Write my obituary in graffiti
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Aint nothin sweet but the edibles...
I touch it up somethin incredible
I break it down like I'm LAST in the supply chain
Walk with a fried brain
Their loss don't mean MY GAIN!
That's vulture shit
I'm culture first
Sheep outfits are sold cheap to wolves, with a purse
This (is) lapis lazuli of the track list...
I'm from the blacktop
Niggas is blackish
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My shit's integrity driven
I'm from the era of the Acura Integra
With televisions
Fresh and frisky
Bitch don't miss me
God is with me...
That's why don't invest in a vote...
Or hope from a system that's broke
Or fixed like trick dice
The guaranteed winner
Is the house that's white...
Midnight snackin, midnight mackin, midnight action
I'll spill this game, but that's only a fraction
I got a gut from the drinks
But a sparkle in my eye like King Tut or the Sphinx
I'm down with the winning team
Rest In Playoffs Dennis Green
My palm is itchin
Life is bitchin
Family's good
I'm the king of the block
Mayor of my neighborhood
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
With a bloody glove
They lure you to their vices...
Inflate your ego
Then abandon you in crisis
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Fish from the SEA of freedom
Jewels from the diamond mine
Cuz your young ass need em
Art from aerosol
A horse to glue
Kentucky derby parasol
Brain Food to chew...
Naysayers found slain
Outta they lane
Harsh words can reach a man (who's) hard to contain
You're the pilot of your own plane
Ass life
So From dumb shit, refrain
He had hella guns and died of diabetes
Dude shoulda ate his Wheaties
Street dreams transform fiends from the needy
Write my obituary in graffiti
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Aint nothin sweet but the edibles...
I touch it up somethin incredible
I break it down like I'm LAST in the supply chain
Walk with a fried brain
Their loss don't mean MY GAIN!
That's vulture shit
I'm culture first
Sheep outfits are sold cheap to wolves, with a purse
This (is) lapis lazuli of the track list...
I'm from the blacktop
Niggas is blackish
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My shit's integrity driven
I'm from the era of the Acura Integra
With televisions
Fresh and frisky
Bitch don't miss me
God is with me...
That's why don't invest in a vote...
Or hope from a system that's broke
Or fixed like trick dice
The guaranteed winner
Is the house that's white...
Midnight snackin, midnight mackin, midnight action
I'll spill this game, but that's only a fraction
I got a gut from the drinks
But a sparkle in my eye like King Tut or the Sphinx
I'm down with the winning team
Rest In Playoffs Dennis Green
My palm is itchin
Life is bitchin
Family's good
I'm the king of the block
Mayor of my neighborhood
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
With a bloody glove
They lure you to their vices...
Inflate your ego
Then abandon you in crisis
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
My fingers smell like pussy
And my pockets need love
Big money maneuver moves
Are what I think of
Writer: Darel Dawson
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid