G.r.i.n.d Lyrics & Tabs by Prop Dylan
G.r.i.n.d
guitar chords lyrics
G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
I for intelligence that i find when i am spitting
N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
D stands for the drive cuz I am driven
Yeah i am running now, got a get a nine to five
Steadily i struggle, while i try to get this vinyl out
Though the time is out, i thought i was the man
Damn I'm exhausted, not according to plan
(Ah) and so it seems that i always need a plan B
It's for the love of it, it's more than dreams of mad cheese
It's for the peeps, get on tour and see the mass ease
But after it all, i am forced to be an athlete
Running and chasing, for something with fragrance
I don't daze into slumber, cuz i am done with the waiting
I pace for the wonders, like summer of -07
Running and chasing, for something with fragrance
I don't daze into slumber, cuz i am done with the waiting
I pace for the wonders, like summer of -07
Chilled out as the box bumped wonderful soul legends
The coming of go getters, but I've though it over
Is it worth while, to live with a bourdon on my shoulders
I focus on, perfection in order to get it precise
But I feel like Jekyll and Hyde, due to the stress in my life
I am not in a constant chase for exposure
But I remember first time I saw my name on a poster
Devotion and credit, took off some weight of my shoulder
That's where I decided to keep my aim for the culture
It's strange how it grows, from the city I reside at
To the bigger cities in Europe, witnessed as a live act
And climax, comes when I travel off to find peace
I made it this far without rapping over house beats
They keep coming, but we know they not as real
I'd rather rob and steal, then profit from a rotten deal
Signed and sealed, delivered but never on a silver plate
A written page, you even find rhymes on my pillowcase
So I spin away, you see I am gone with the wind
Cuz you see quitting don't really cost me a thing
But this rapping thing do, though I am hard with the pen
But that don't really matter, when the labels really wants me to sign
With the strive, comes anger, anger brings pain
Pain brings, drive, and with that we get change
A change for the better, as we move for the goal
When grinding in this Motown, i got blues in soul
