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Angle Grind lyrics
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Intro
Blue 30s glow under the lamp post Plug on the stolen bike, "you good, bro?"
Verse 1
Corner dice game, cops creep slow Mama bolt the door, still hear the block flow First blue hit, nod hard in the whip Next morning dope sick, guts flip Homie flatlined, foam at the lip Fiend eyes sunken, chasing that drip Plug hit my line, "fresh press, come cop" Can't say no, pockets empty, heart drop
Chorus
No more blues, no more fent No more blues, no more fent Bodies drop, lives spent Off that shit, repent
Verse 2
Tranq rot legs, open sores leak Pressed M30s, fake but they tweak Trap house stench, bleach and dead reek Dope sick shakes, cold sweat for a week Brother OD'd in the back seat Sirens wail, mama scream in the street Steal from fam, lie through teeth One more hit, that's the devil's beat
Verse 3
Narcan hit, wake up strapped down Clinic line snakes around the town Test strips orange, bad batch found Relapse twice, almost in the ground Plug still text, "got zaza rounds" Block the number, fists pound Withdraw crawl, sweat drown But I breathe, still above ground
Bridge 1
Rock bottom mirror, veins mapped black Almost joined the stats, no coming back One call away, change the track You ain't alone in the trap
Verse 4
Cold turkey nights, itch like fire ants Meetings circle, share the rants Cut old crew, no second chance Gym grind replace the dance Hustle flips, legal advance Old temptations, quick glance Mind steel, no relapse trance Clean veins, new stance
Chorus
No more blues, no more fent No more blues, no more fent Bodies drop, lives spent Off that shit, repent
Verse 5
Years clean, mentor the young fiends Tell 'em blues kill dreams Block memorials, white tees I survived the deadly schemes Angle grind right, stack green No more nods, eyes clean Breath mine, not the machine Alive, seen what death means
Bridge 2
Turn scars to bars, pain to flame Relapse lessons, own the shame We rise together, break the chain No more graves, end the game
Chorus
No more blues, no more fent No more blues, no more fent
Chorus
No more blues, no more fent! No more blues, no more fent!
Outro
Angle grind clean, bag secure No crash, no lure I'm here, breath pure
Inside the recording
Blue 30s glow under the lamp post Plug on the stolen bike, "you good, bro?"
No more blues, no more fent No more blues, no more fent
Angle grind clean, bag secure No crash, no lure
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