Gutz Grieves
"Gutz" by Grieves is a #HipHop track from 2011 that explores themes of inner struggles, vulnerability, and resilience. The lyrics reflect a raw emotional journey, addressing personal pain and the quest for self-acceptance. Unique elements include introspective storytelling and a blend of melodic hooks with rhythmic beats, contributing to its relatable impact.
[Verse 1]
You said you'd never call again
But I can hear your knuckle bones cracking on my door
I said I'd never fall again (fall again)
But here I am looking up at you from the floor
The crazy that you got is just the kind that I'm addicted to
It makes me feel like killing you
I think about it now and then
I remember what I use the drugs for
[Hook]
I think about you and say fuck you
Then you come over and I (fuck you, fuck you)
You think about me and say fuck you
Then I come over and I (fuck you, fuck you)
[Verse 2]
Ah, turning it up, fading it out
I ain't got nothing to say
You keep on coming around, breaking me down
Making me feel like I'm crazy
Girl, you're fucking amazing, but you fucking enrage me
You bite on your lip with your hand on you neck like it's something you're craving, but
[Bridge]
You're like a drug, getting me drunk, nobody's calling this love
I'm like your stone, sinking alone, you keep on digging me up
I should be hating your guts
Hating your guts
Instead I'm up in your guts
You said you'd never call again
But I can hear your knuckle bones cracking on my door
I said I'd never fall again (fall again)
But here I am looking up at you from the floor
The crazy that you got is just the kind that I'm addicted to
It makes me feel like killing you
I think about it now and then
I remember what I use the drugs for
[Hook]
I think about you and say fuck you
Then you come over and I (fuck you, fuck you)
You think about me and say fuck you
Then I come over and I (fuck you, fuck you)
[Verse 2]
Ah, turning it up, fading it out
I ain't got nothing to say
You keep on coming around, breaking me down
Making me feel like I'm crazy
Girl, you're fucking amazing, but you fucking enrage me
You bite on your lip with your hand on you neck like it's something you're craving, but
[Bridge]
You're like a drug, getting me drunk, nobody's calling this love
I'm like your stone, sinking alone, you keep on digging me up
I should be hating your guts
Hating your guts
Instead I'm up in your guts
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