grind 9TAILS
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[Intro]
(Beam me up Scotty)
Yo, Scotty
Miles & Peter
Woah
[Chorus]
I remember visiting this place before
Thick spliff smoke, I can feel my eyes get sore
Tell me more, tell me more about the grind (Skrrt, skrrt)
What's it like knowing without it you would die (Die)
What’s it like knowing without it you would die
Live my life, I swear it's more than meets the eye (Eye)
More than music and just getting stupid high
But I swear you see me if you looked at the sky
[Verse 1]
My weed is mine, solo high private jet
Spit spat on the filter, man, it's wet (Yeah)
Windchill in Toronto, frozen death (Oh)
Swear, I’m fried on like the coldest day yet, ayy
Silly putty flow, I just mold into this shit
Talking like I'm old, bitch, I grown into this shit
No one trapping soul, I'm just slowly learning shit
SoundCloud only mode, I was lowkey killing shit
High weed from the J
Swear my ends just like statefarm
West end honey, always slaying like it's braveheart
Gas smoke, now my room smell like racecars
You build it up, I break it down, like it's base wars
(Beam me up Scotty)
Yo, Scotty
Miles & Peter
Woah
[Chorus]
I remember visiting this place before
Thick spliff smoke, I can feel my eyes get sore
Tell me more, tell me more about the grind (Skrrt, skrrt)
What's it like knowing without it you would die (Die)
What’s it like knowing without it you would die
Live my life, I swear it's more than meets the eye (Eye)
More than music and just getting stupid high
But I swear you see me if you looked at the sky
[Verse 1]
My weed is mine, solo high private jet
Spit spat on the filter, man, it's wet (Yeah)
Windchill in Toronto, frozen death (Oh)
Swear, I’m fried on like the coldest day yet, ayy
Silly putty flow, I just mold into this shit
Talking like I'm old, bitch, I grown into this shit
No one trapping soul, I'm just slowly learning shit
SoundCloud only mode, I was lowkey killing shit
High weed from the J
Swear my ends just like statefarm
West end honey, always slaying like it's braveheart
Gas smoke, now my room smell like racecars
You build it up, I break it down, like it's base wars
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