The Black Ace, Johnny Champagne - Grind It Up Lyrics

This the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
Absence, I stare at absinthe
On the counter, Publix
I hit that backflip or a barrel roll
Something crazy that you never seen before
Express line, run it up
Oh, cause I'm tired, so tired
Been working too long
My only prescription is making these songs
Expect for what the doctor gave to me
This ain't a pill popping song, this is honesty
They say my rhymes filled with personality
Well that's good because a lot of them are personal to me
Got a lot of people tryna take me of my energy
So I kick back and release
Every girl I ever been with cared alot about they teeth
I tell em all they beautiful while I grab another sweet
For my anxiety
This is so chronic, Dre was making beats, not making Beats
Look, and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling with the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
But do my kicks have enough release?
Do my khakis have another crease?
Interview coming so soon
Need a new job to pay for my lease
My fans acting like my roommates
I keep quiet just so they
Just so they sleep, just say they (Shh)
Don't mind all the chatter, it comes in many forms, that's my (That's my)
Brain matter
Load her up on every detail, that's my main backup
Nice dude that'll make your main back up
But my head's in the sky so I'll pack up
I'm planning coast to coast with multiple hosts, the number one being me
But plans change, now my schedule is free
Now we masking up like Kakashi
And lately, they've been down on a ninja
Skin brown, you a ninja
Even with my poetry, they say I'm just another ninja
My God (My God)
My God (My God)
My God
Oh and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
Now it's the stoney, smoking every moment rapper
I'm searching through my mind that I don't even got a map of
I'm climbing Heaven's Light up to Jah cause he providing everything I have a lack of
Burning up my sorrows while I'm choking on this backwood
Moving forward, never backward
Only answer to one master
That's my Lord and he my savior
That's my father, we related
Came to him with all my problems, ran from him with my behavior
It takes more than just the amen, think I need a bit more saving
Contemplating on the ways in which I try to feel most present
Smoking spliffs and writing pages that I use as my confessions
Taking L's and taking notes, the only way I learn my lessons
Smoking dolo every session, count my curses and my blessings
Yeah, I'm back
Always quitting and relapse
I just want to joke and laugh, always came with strings attached
Left the Earth, I'm going to heaven
Pray my haters and my brethren get they blessings
He can take us any second, hope you ready
Now it's the tortured soul, lonely, stoney rapper
He don't need no spliff because he elevates so natural
But I guess it don't even matter, same dude gave us atmosphere
And we gon' fly, yeah, we gon' fly
We gon' fly, yeah
We gon' fly, yeah, yeah

This the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
Absence, I stare at absinthe
On the counter, Publix
I hit that backflip or a barrel roll
Something crazy that you never seen before
Express line, run it up
Oh, cause I'm tired, so tired
Been working too long
My only prescription is making these songs
Expect for what the doctor gave to me
This ain't a pill popping song, this is honesty
They say my rhymes filled with personality
Well that's good because a lot of them are personal to me
Got a lot of people tryna take me of my energy
So I kick back and release
Every girl I ever been with cared alot about they teeth
I tell em all they beautiful while I grab another sweet
For my anxiety
This is so chronic, Dre was making beats, not making Beats
Look, and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling with the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
But do my kicks have enough release?
Do my khakis have another crease?
Interview coming so soon
Need a new job to pay for my lease
My fans acting like my roommates
I keep quiet just so they
Just so they sleep, just say they (Shh)
Don't mind all the chatter, it comes in many forms, that's my (That's my)
Brain matter
Load her up on every detail, that's my main backup
Nice dude that'll make your main back up
But my head's in the sky so I'll pack up
I'm planning coast to coast with multiple hosts, the number one being me
But plans change, now my schedule is free
Now we masking up like Kakashi
And lately, they've been down on a ninja
Skin brown, you a ninja
Even with my poetry, they say I'm just another ninja
My God (My God)
My God (My God)
My God
Oh and this the most cold, lonely, stoney rapper
That never hit a spliff in his life, it don't add up
Then again, it don't even matter
Same dude gave us Atmosphere (And we gon' fly)
To another galaxy (On me, all eyez)
Burning Pac on 2 CDs (And we gon' fly)
Champagne, chilling on the breeze (Oh me, oh my)
Grind it up, no more leaves
Now it's the stoney, smoking every moment rapper
I'm searching through my mind that I don't even got a map of
I'm climbing Heaven's Light up to Jah cause he providing everything I have a lack of
Burning up my sorrows while I'm choking on this backwood
Moving forward, never backward
Only answer to one master
That's my Lord and he my savior
That's my father, we related
Came to him with all my problems, ran from him with my behavior
It takes more than just the amen, think I need a bit more saving
Contemplating on the ways in which I try to feel most present
Smoking spliffs and writing pages that I use as my confessions
Taking L's and taking notes, the only way I learn my lessons
Smoking dolo every session, count my curses and my blessings
Yeah, I'm back
Always quitting and relapse
I just want to joke and laugh, always came with strings attached
Left the Earth, I'm going to heaven
Pray my haters and my brethren get they blessings
He can take us any second, hope you ready
Now it's the tortured soul, lonely, stoney rapper
He don't need no spliff because he elevates so natural
But I guess it don't even matter, same dude gave us atmosphere
And we gon' fly, yeah, we gon' fly
We gon' fly, yeah
We gon' fly, yeah, yeah