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Grits - Hittin' Curves lyrics
Coffee's verse: Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown Quick to flip if one trip, forced to break bones, first we break bread, then break heads Look at all the people runnin' in fear, scared Unwilling to hear what's said, hide under the shed We lyin' in the filth, grown men layin' in our own beds Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps Hit them curves, dodge the trap Don't move at a slow pace Hand us a mic, we move the whole place This for each and every hood, Eighteenth Ave, Wedgewood, South side, clean cutz Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that's good Baller blockin' ain't an option, that ain't the purpose of my concoction Releasin' toxins in the abyss, boxin' you in so you don't miss Me gettin' you rockin', Nashville Proud I'm in it, been a minute Gettin' our due, me and my crew Rep our city, how ‘bout you? Hittin' curves! Hook: Hittin Curves, shorty, baby, ooo hoo (Dipping in the ride, swerving in the ride) Bridge 1: That's why we tell them Swerving we ruling we serving Hittin them curves and then we Pushing them verses them curses They must be broken yeah Taking them Tennessee corners And changing lanes cause they Brought us enough contradiction So now we change our position yeah, yeah…. V2 Bonafide's verse I'm in LaVergne letting the Chevy burn rubber every turn Changing lanes while the body swang heavy to the right Like my life hit them curves swerve as I discern to turn Back down the one way truth and the life I learn lessons every block counting blessings like rocks As I bubble in the struggle in the Classic Caprice Releasing pressure like these woofers in the back of my seats And speaking clearer than these tweeters when I'm over these beats I check the navigation to see what direction to take To lead a generation headed for collision with fate On the darker side in the ride looking through rearviews In full speed searching for a u turn to save you hittin curves…. BRIDGE 2: Swerving hittin curves and serving Pushing the verses for the curses Must be broken so we focused Stop sign and the place can't hold us Taking them Tennessee corners Changing lanes cause they brought us Enough contradiction so now We change our position yeah, yeah |
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