Grieves - Vice Grip lyrics

Look at what the cat dragged in
Still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice never fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle
With the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction
Off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything
And everything around me
Staring down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any chance
That allows me to sip another bad taste down
And devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a
Friend and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a stocking full of coal
Never listen to the world when it told
Me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but never hands on a women
Choked a couple bottle necks and
Pounced when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the pudding
I done ate it all up
Instead of savoring the taste I love

I'm on that shit again and I
Don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again
Trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till
I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down

What's your meaning of high, huh?
Getting lifted on a smoke cloud
Moderately poisoning yourself until
You zone out?
Stick the dragon in your veins
Sniffing Adderall and Cain
Tilt another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up
Starts with a rocks glass and
Ends with a hiccup and all the while I've
Been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder
Drugs cause I slip up
Slip up - yeah that kid slipped up
Rehabilitated twice and skipped straight
To the pub
I got my pops freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of
An artist by getting drunk no difference
I escape like the rest of them, no thought
No faith like the rest of them
I've been focusing and fighting so hard
That I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?

I'm on that shit again and I
Don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again
Trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till
I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down

I never claimed to be a saint, shit
I built a life off of mishaps
And cheers proudly to my flaws
With a chipped glass the sick fact is I'm
Happy when I'm shit-canned
At least a little bit
I smile like a lit candle
But, I'm aware that I'm just blinded
By the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished
Just by drinking something
And I don't know if I'm addicted
To the feeling or the fact
That I can make a little
Exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs huh?
And redirecting to where alcohol defines fun
And I'll admit that I've been known
To have a good time
But promised that I'd never cross the line
But never learned to draw it, call it
Write it with a goal
Make it so the night train never gets to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of
You other Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple little vices of my own

I'm on that shit again and I
Don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that shit again
Trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till
I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down