E-Dubble, Peter Muth - Grounded lyrics
[E-Dubble, Peter Muth - Grounded lyrics]
Got a cup full of ice and
I'm 'bout to get free
Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie
You're not me
I'm not special but I know about depression
And been making music for ten years
What's your question? Yes, it's stressful
But I'm not the esoteric type
Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed
Top ten? You can fuck that ven (ue)
Never hold my breath: iron lunged leviathan
My girl would play bluegrass before my shit
But, it's cool
'cause I don't respect an ass kiss
Whatever comes up must come out
Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style
But, I'm feeling his - what up to Rhymesayers
Black Paisley respects your
Fucking grind players
And we awkward, a little like Lee Dewyze
But those who listen closely can
Read between the lines
Got my drink in my cup
So I'm ready for whatever
Gotta put my time in so I'm
'bout to pull the lever
No time like the present and
I'm gonna live forever
Tired of being tired, never hear me say never
With a hand to the sky and
My head in the clouds
I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down
My feet on the ground even though I feel fly
Even after take off I'm home
I feel like music can be electric
In fact, on that, I'll bet this:
My hurt and pain are second
String when playing Byron Leftwich
I make this music for my people who use it
Exactly for the same reason I do
I'm still tryna get through
Like half the population
The same boat rockin', waitin'
Maryland crabs inside the bucket
Tryna stop the hatin'
The pain is thick and dense
And that just has me mocking Satan
As if I believed in anything but
The ones who made me
And shaped me got friends, and family
And my music and to me they equal God
So you keep your funny ruses
Amused by all the ignorance
Displayed in our community
Not really cool to talk about, but fuck it
That's what true to me what's new to me?
Not much homeboy
Rode pretty hard last quarter century
Learned a few things - forgot a bunch more
Hence why I spit for the memories
No benching me i'm A-team here on out
So go ahead and just clear on out
And you can try to play tough
But, you know you smell like
A little Lake Huron trout
I'm off of it, and back on again
Never read much Kurt Vonnegut
But, I should have 'cause
That would have probably
Helped me with my ponderin'
Like a conduit, you find promising
Communicate with no admonishment
Eye to eye, you don't need an icon
To tell you that it's time to win
Got my drink in my cup
So I'm ready for whatever
Gotta put my time in so I'm
'bout to pull the lever
No time like the present and
I'm gonna live forever
Tired of being tired, never hear me say never
With a hand to the sky and
My head in the clouds
I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down
My feet on the ground even though I feel fly
Even after take off I'm home
Can't trouble my with the pedal to the floor
Oh oh
No worries 'cause the drink's in my cup
And I'm never gonna spill no oh
Got the windows down and the music turned up
Playin' some dumb shit
But we don't give a fuck
'Cause it's got a good beat
And we already drunk
Please drop us somewhere we can know
I'm 'bout to get free
Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie
You're not me
I'm not special but I know about depression
And been making music for ten years
What's your question? Yes, it's stressful
But I'm not the esoteric type
Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed
Top ten? You can fuck that ven (ue)
Never hold my breath: iron lunged leviathan
My girl would play bluegrass before my shit
But, it's cool
'cause I don't respect an ass kiss
Whatever comes up must come out
Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style
But, I'm feeling his - what up to Rhymesayers
Black Paisley respects your
Fucking grind players
And we awkward, a little like Lee Dewyze
But those who listen closely can
Read between the lines
Got my drink in my cup
So I'm ready for whatever
Gotta put my time in so I'm
'bout to pull the lever
No time like the present and
I'm gonna live forever
Tired of being tired, never hear me say never
With a hand to the sky and
My head in the clouds
I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down
My feet on the ground even though I feel fly
Even after take off I'm home
I feel like music can be electric
In fact, on that, I'll bet this:
My hurt and pain are second
String when playing Byron Leftwich
I make this music for my people who use it
Exactly for the same reason I do
I'm still tryna get through
Like half the population
The same boat rockin', waitin'
Maryland crabs inside the bucket
Tryna stop the hatin'
The pain is thick and dense
And that just has me mocking Satan
As if I believed in anything but
The ones who made me
And shaped me got friends, and family
And my music and to me they equal God
So you keep your funny ruses
Amused by all the ignorance
Displayed in our community
Not really cool to talk about, but fuck it
That's what true to me what's new to me?
Not much homeboy
Rode pretty hard last quarter century
Learned a few things - forgot a bunch more
Hence why I spit for the memories
No benching me i'm A-team here on out
So go ahead and just clear on out
And you can try to play tough
But, you know you smell like
A little Lake Huron trout
I'm off of it, and back on again
Never read much Kurt Vonnegut
But, I should have 'cause
That would have probably
Helped me with my ponderin'
Like a conduit, you find promising
Communicate with no admonishment
Eye to eye, you don't need an icon
To tell you that it's time to win
Got my drink in my cup
So I'm ready for whatever
Gotta put my time in so I'm
'bout to pull the lever
No time like the present and
I'm gonna live forever
Tired of being tired, never hear me say never
With a hand to the sky and
My head in the clouds
I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down
My feet on the ground even though I feel fly
Even after take off I'm home
Can't trouble my with the pedal to the floor
Oh oh
No worries 'cause the drink's in my cup
And I'm never gonna spill no oh
Got the windows down and the music turned up
Playin' some dumb shit
But we don't give a fuck
'Cause it's got a good beat
And we already drunk
Please drop us somewhere we can know