Wiki ft. Lil Ugly Mane, Denzel Curry - Grim Lyrics

Once this advance hit
Take a 30 grand hit
Bank account damaged
I’ma get some jewels
Ain’t no sense in saving
Rent to be paid in
But ain’t no way to sense in when you end up getting screwed
Thinking you the one
You goin’ end up done
When that Grim Reaper come
could be chilling by the pool
Ain’t nowhere to run man
The Sun’s coming up and
You ain’t gonna be around to see it when its full

Death don’t got no mercy
Got you talking murky
When you popping Perkys
I pop her pussy drop her tushy almost hurt me
Let me get this nut off before the opps could murk me
Could be cops or surgery
Could be disease
Could be bitching, itching, could be fucking fleas
My decision, spend this cheese
Spread it, get it back, snap cheddar jack pat
Ima get em right back (biiitch)
Meet me on the other side
My only regret is that mother cried
And my chick too
I shit you, not
There will be another kid to take my spot
Is it to early for me?
Will there be a jury for me?
Have you heard me Lordy?
Worried you ain’t heard my story
Will it be late at night or in the early morning?
Either way slurping 40’s out in purgatory

Ashamed of myself
The pain that I felt
My paper my wealth
Not concerned with shit pertain to my health
Not concerned with if i hang from a belt
All these people talking I just stay to myself, so what’s real?
Watch me float around my city getting wild
With a stomach full of bile
As I suffer with a smile
Think about it when I wake up
Money all got ate up
At the bar probably get some loot tomorrow
And I’ll be paid up straight up
Floating down The River Styx counting daffodils
Ignoring all these emails from complex and mass appeal
Thinking if I wasn’t such a pussy I’d of had a deal
When I die play my failure on a blooper reel

Once this advance hit
Take a 30 grand hit
Bank account damaged
Ima get some jewels
Ain’t no sense in saving
Rent to be paid in
But ain’t no way to sense in when you end up getting screwed
Thinking you the one
You goin’ end up done
When that Grim Reaper come
could be chilling by the pool
Ain’t nowhere to run man
The Sun’s coming up and
You ain’t gonna be around to see it when its full

Jacking people for their bean stock
Stacking my green up
As i keep my head to the sky as if I seen up
See the blood mix in with the sprite inside of my lean cup
Subdue reality and sobriety as I fiend up
Voices scrolling through every option and choices
Pointless
Nine millimeter might leave me voiceless
Appointed
To a therapist, when I’m very pissed I’m arrogant
Telling myself that I’ll be fine is the point where it’s scariest
Carry this burden for certain i just need a surgeon
To take away all my emotion my system is nervous
You only think deep when a fucking shrink speaks
Only time I count sheep is when a nigga six feet
6 deep ten toes now that’s 60 foes
Nigga i don’t play games N64
I done been to places that you never been before
Heaven and Hell angels, demons is my friends and foes

Once this advance hit
Take a 30 grand hit
Bank account damaged
Ima get some jewels
Ain’t no sense in saving
Rent to be paid in
But ain’t no way to sense in when you end up getting screwed
Thinking you the one
You goin’ end up done
When that Grim Reaper come
could be chilling by the pool
Ain’t nowhere to run man
The Sun’s coming up and
You ain’t gonna be around to see it when its full