The Shrine - On The Grind | Текст песни

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I work(?) my fingers
Down to the bowl
Pick up the change
Find a phone
Then called my woman
But she's never home
My mind so messed, my day is fucked, I'm all alone.

On the grind!
On the grind!
On the grind!

Nobody listens, nobody cares
I bought a magic carpet
But it won't take me nowhere
Now I'm going home, nothing scares
And I should deal with the devil
But even he ain't fair.

On the grind!
On the grind!
On the grind!

They teach me to rock
And not to hate
Just follow they rules
But it's not my fate
Thinks \"Do you wanna just die?\"
But I'll have to wait
Cause I keep revenge in the end
And I'll set things straight

On the grind!
On the grind!
On the grind!
Yeah!

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