Lyrics
Get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow
But get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road
Yo, get on my grind like a wall street broker
And this time, yo, I thought things over
Like how to get the world off these shoulders
Little bit of luck for the four leaf clover
It’s not over, it’s more like a new beginning
Even if my mood is ringing, gotta stay true to givin'
And if my crew is with it, I’m all set
That my future livin' is right at the doorstep
The court says northwest, east to the south
Never leave stage without «peace» to the crowd
They the very reason why I keep hanging out
Instant classics, beyond reasonable doubt
Never leavin' now, I’m headed where the grass is greener
To dust off the past like a vacuum cleaner
So now they speak «go pass the heater»
In order to elevate like a bag of cheeba
Get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow
But get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road
Ey yo, some work the streets, they get the chips right
I scheme on the beats to get my swipe strong
No Yellowbrick Road for you to get high
Show my butter and bread, I keep my eyes open
Yo, life, long grind, or whatever you call it
It’s about that time I was stretchin' a target
I thought he show up, never settled for garbage
So when I’m up in the record executive’s office
I will make it red clear for the cheddar we orders
And if I finish you by then, then you deffo retarded
But regardless of stress, my plans will pan out
But, how many chance down
I stand ground for the fans and the latest lovin'
Gotta raise the budget, it all cost
And now the game, if it sound, in straight up rugged
Gonna, just can’t cut it
But fuck it, it’s all yours
Get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow
But get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road
Yo, yo, yo, new tour, new city, new crown
New interviews, 'cause the video out
New bang at the livin' room, wow
When fans want a infant, gonna fit the new style, but uh
I’m the same, nothing changed the dog
For the worse, for the better, it’s like a daze so far
I play my part through the worldwide motion
And never forget, keep your third eye open
Give it up for Prop Dylan, make some noise
Prop Dylan, what’s up, man
You the motherfucking homeboy
Yeah man, tellin' my man Prop Dylan, Logophobia
Get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow
But get on my grind
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode
Get on my grind
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road
Get on my grind
Get on my grind
Get on my grind
Get on my grind
Get on my grind
Get on my grind
Get on my grind