That little grace that I had is all used up
Sad so I use lust, like dad I'm probably cooped up
Different circumstances, not as bad
Find some new stuff, complain and act like freedom isn't had
You really spruced up, nigga
It's not as bad as it seems, I seen a lot of tainted visions when I toss inside my sleep
Lot of loss inside my system, from the coffin of my fleet
Granny, Auntie, and Aziz, shit hit me hard, it cut me deep
Imagine how the others feel, no conversations out of me
I might as well be deceased, last time we talked was seventeen
A grown man I'm tryna be, I'm switching gears and cuttin'-
I'm switching, I'm switching shifts
I'm switching gears, switching shifts, switching gears
wy@meezy! - grace period Lyrics
wy@meezy! - grace period Lyrics
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That little grace that I had is all used up
Sad so I use lust, like dad I'm probably cooped up
Different circumstances, not as bad
Find some new stuff, complain and act like freedom isn't had
You really spruced up, nigga
It's not as bad as it seems, I seen a lot of tainted visions when I toss inside my sleep
Lot of loss inside my system, from the coffin of my fleet
Granny, Auntie, and Aziz, shit hit me hard, it cut me deep
Imagine how the others feel, no conversations out of me
I might as well be deceased, last time we talked was seventeen
A grown man I'm tryna be, I'm switching gears and cuttin'-
I'm switching, I'm switching shifts
I'm switching gears, switching shifts, switching gears
Sad so I use lust, like dad I'm probably cooped up
Different circumstances, not as bad
Find some new stuff, complain and act like freedom isn't had
You really spruced up, nigga
It's not as bad as it seems, I seen a lot of tainted visions when I toss inside my sleep
Lot of loss inside my system, from the coffin of my fleet
Granny, Auntie, and Aziz, shit hit me hard, it cut me deep
Imagine how the others feel, no conversations out of me
I might as well be deceased, last time we talked was seventeen
A grown man I'm tryna be, I'm switching gears and cuttin'-
I'm switching, I'm switching shifts
I'm switching gears, switching shifts, switching gears
Writer: Umar Ramadan
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