Off the grid.

By Splinter007

Released on June 30, 2023

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(intro)

Yeah

I got people that i'm reppin' for (reppin' for)

I got goals that i'm steppin' towards (i'm steppin' towards)

Yeah, i'm waiting on the money to come in

So i'm stressed for sure (stressed for sure)

I can visualise my dreams

So i want some more

Verse 1

I'm not so heartless regardless

I'm way too drunk to be honest

The times are upon us, lambs to the slaughter

If i fuck up too often, then it's back to the garden

Baby i am an artist and i will not be forgotten

For my past i'm forgiven

The bitch bad and she sinnin'

Flow sick like a symptom

Pussy good, i be simpin'

It must be good to be winnin'

'cause my homies ain't eatin'

There are hoes in the system

And them hoes never listen

Never fold for attention

Never hold on detention

Ask the lord, that's my witness

Yeah i just be mindin' my business

I be lyin' 'bout feelings

Yeah, i'm high as the ceeling

Baby i know that you've seen it

Don't you lie for no reason

In your eyes i am speechless

But in my soul i am screamin'

Why you cold every season

There is hope just release it

I'm way too old to be creepin'

Just don't give me no reason

Just don't leave for no reason

This home is clean 'cause i cleaned it

Interlude

Winter gettin' colder

The kids are gettin' older

The days go by, wonder if i'm stayin' sober

It's cool, i ain't lookin' for no closure

It just is what it is, 'til the screen read

Game over

Verse 2

I've been lookin' at the clock

And that shit's been tickin' backwards

I'm pure with the flow so please excuse my bad words

Gotta shoot my shot

It's all net, no backboards

Post it on the net, so i'm hackin' all their passwords

Until they show me love

Yeah, i'm prayin' way above

Until my girl or the cops

Wanna lock me up in cuffs

And my shoes too clean, you will never see a scuff

Yeah, she wanna see my d

Yeah, she tells me it's a must

But i gotta clear the dust

I've been working on my fears

Gotta flex but it's tough

But i'm jumpin' for the tip ball

Lost love for me, where's your pitfall?

We never hear from you like a missed call

But i'm goin' off the grid

I don't think imma miss y'all

Of course i'll take my chances

Leave 'em layin' where the chips fall

Tell 'em 'bout the love, it's a brisk fall

The number you dialed is not in service

Verse 3

Off the grid, off the grid

Where i'm headin' head first

Whoever is off worst

Come and follow me

Not in the sense like it's church

Feel the need to converse

Ain't a issue

Think i'm too rehearsed

I can't relate to you people

If i hack into your system, what the hell will i find

Situations like these, where i wish to be blind

Don't wanna know how i'm perceived

Maybe that's why i hide

I really don't wanna die

But when i do, i'll leave the bullshit behind

The apsurdity of life takin' up all my time

Findin' out why we're all here

Do we gotta purpose at all, the shit was never clear

I'm clairvoyant how i can predict the future here

Wish i cared more than half the people shoutin' out a prayer unaware

That maybe there ain't no one here to save us

They we're never here

Yeah, they were never here