THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE

By 4ria

Released on August 25, 2023

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Verse 1:

To be is not the way to be

I played to keep, but came to see I played myself

It's plain to see

I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete

I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please

I can't compete or draw the line from a to b

Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need

It's hard to be discreet when everything is bleak

And every thought that lingеrs really makes me sink

Into thе muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle

Love is vain, unstable like my vitals

Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost

As I fight through the fog, in spite of what's wrong like typos

Type of psycho to tip the scales

Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells

The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail

I slowly scale the hope and pull closer

None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure

Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I fail and fall over

Nail in the coffin until I'm sober

Writing about the darkness, motherfucker, I live it too

Comparing me to rappers I don't even fucking listen to

Simple truth is I'm a simple dude

Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth

I'm cynical, feel nimble when I'm living off the tempos

Evolving, soft and gentle, exhausting my fucking temper

Do without the self critical pity, I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty

Spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly

Hook:

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

But the truth is brutal

That's the shit that I heard through the grape vine

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

The truth is fucking brutal

That's what I heard through the grapevine

Verse 2:

Shitty ass people bound to flip and turn evil

I might slip into comatose like I'm sick and on the needle

But I know that shit is lethal, so I'll keep my fucking distance

Wicked prescriptions

Nicotine, I love when it kicks in

All these addictions feel like a fucking crucifixion

Who will even listen to these tunes?

I've been conflicted with the rules of my condition

Once I drew blood, I felt distant from my true love

I won't give in to the truth of my decisions

Hook:

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

But the truth is brutal

That's the shit that I heard through the grape vine

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

The truth is fucking brutal

That's what I heard through the grapevine

Verse 3:

Well, I'm thinking everybody got me fucked up

Till the sticking point, love's been hitting my heart like nunchucks

Take trails to find truth and trust guts

Face pale, go to sleep whenever the suns up

Sun Zu, you dumb fools

These rough cuts of rigid rhythms are driven to make my blood rush

If you're sitting, just listen to what I construct

Stuck up bitches are picky, so when I'm spitting

I hope they could shut the fuck up

I would hate to assume that most critics are truly rude

This shit sounds like Hooty Hoo meets Judy Blume

Takes a lot of fucking guts to never give a fuck or fume

Whether you doubt or prove if I ever could win or lose

Ever so dense and cruel

I'll never defend my views or my tendencies and my dues

Centipede, I move with a gentle ease

And refuse to attend to your little rules

Evident, you're a lie, I'll lend a piece of my truth

Wither away on any given day

Twitching with the wicked withdrawals the K-Pins gave

Sticking to the script, dissolved, I can't be saved

Ever since pre-k, mama told me be safe

Oughta tune you motherfuckers out like T-Pain

Legit to a tee like the way that I numb pain

Either that or bleed until my thoughts are fucking blood stained

Life is so far from the mundane bum days

I just need a pick me up

Fuck your pity, I'm pretty much petty enough to divvy up schemes to defeat these evil fucks

Leave me alone, I'm in control

Gleaming, bitch I ball till I fall

No off season, I off these demons till they dissolve

Off the wall, I'm stuck

Sever them all, the rush of letting 'em know I'm spitting flows till they shut the fuck up

Off the wall, I'm stuck

Sever them all, the rush of letting 'em know I'm spitting flows till they shut the fuck up

Hook:

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

But the truth is brutal

That's the shit that I heard through the grape vine

I can't help, but to feel a little suicidal

That's my baseline, distorted just like the bass line

Whatever it takes, they said it takes time

The truth is fucking brutal

That's what I heard through the grapevine