Lyrics Fried - Boy Grapes

Ostracize me 'till my lips meet the barrel
How fitting is it that all of this apparel
Is loose to hide the true secrets of insecurities
There ain't no hidden meaning straight up close and front and personal my friend
My fr-enemy, my melodies, my recipes rest in peace
When I lie in bed feeling unmotivated to finish this song of at least get along con mi padre
Bro, I'm just being honest
Fix me up another one I'll have a gin and tonic
Saying you can't buy me love well grow some bigger pockets
Or grow a pair of balls 'cause blaming me cant stop you
Oh you forgot about all the shit you been saying
Saying I been lying all these fits you been playin'
All these games you been screaming and yelling for way
Too long our love is non-existent
Scraping the bottom of the barrel for some type of hope
You can't fit your own words in your mouth so turds just come out
Or calling the feds, I was better off dead, or I'm causing this stress but you can't look in the mirror
And face your own self but the image is getting clearer

Limelight cooks me up
I try these different drugs
I'm liable to wreck my lungs
I can't trust none of these bums
Feds forgot my case
I read up on musicians
I head to a new place
My mind space is chosen one
I got the slower gun but I am the quicker draw
Real G's move in silence am I breaking the law
I can't really say but I am living this way
The twelve wanting a case, low is how I lay
Fearing day to day I may share my brother's fate
My backpack getting searched hope I didn't bring nothing today
A crackhead hit my up said this shit make you feel amaze