No Matter What - Grieves

I was born with the ability to see stars

Walk steady on the beat

Meeting each bar

Little goofy motherfucker

Hitting C sharps

Swimming through the game like I’m a riding on a reef shark

Please

All I need is 88 keys

And the drum line jumping off an MPC

To be easy

Got a lot of ghosts to chase

And a couple lady problems I’m supposed to face

Hold off on em

Take another sip off the swamp water

Put a kiss on the cheek of your mom’s daughter

Dance around like a fool spilling my lager

And I won’t ever be a pimp, so baby why bother?

Nah

I guess it ain’t my style

26 with a twist and a face like a child

Hate it if it makes you smile

Cause in the end of it it all fades away when the fake takes trial

Kick rocks

No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here’s a suggestion)

You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup)

Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)

Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

[Verse 2: Krukid)

Look

I was born to be a moon walker

Walk into the club, suddenly the room’s darker?

Fan favorite of the street preacher

Peace keeper

Bridge groomer jumped the broom said skip it on a street sweeper

But don’t come at me with beef, I’m a meat eater

With tongue and teeth that’ll cut you like a meat cleaver

Miscreet beaver

Like damn it all to hell

Told the fam I’m gonna rap

None of that went over well

I could tell they just worry

I’m trying to court the game and judge you by your hung jury

And I don’t sport a chain

Blame it on my ancestors

Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be affected by a lust for foreign

aid

And none of ya’ll blame thinkin rap is all the same

But I can promise you to never keep it formulaic

Im here to raise the bar though, I never caught a case

And maybe while I’m at it score a babe and fornicate

I’m human is all I’m saying

No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here’s a suggestion)

You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup)

Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)

Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

Skinny as a fence post

Moving through the crowd

Dancing off rhythm just a minimal amount

For the hell of it

I’ve been on the road too long

And got a head like a weather balloon floating along

Approaching the dawn

You ain’t got a jab I ain’t ever heard

I let sarcasm fly like a feathered bird

So if you’re looking some gratifying better words

You can try writing out letter to the editor

Hah

Cause I ain’t got not time

I’m on my 24/7 and my 3−6-5

I got my heavy oar paddling to reach that prize

And you can see the dedication in my eyes

Or maybe that’s the hangover

Creeping up my skull like a bad shadow

I can take it o the rocks

I am that agile

So if you came here to be that asshole

You can pick another cat to hassle

I should slap you

No matter what, it comes to be (Hey here’s a suggestion)

You can kiss my ass if you doubted me (Yup)

Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)

Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands