The Grip

Like a bloodhound on the scent you sent me wild
Suck it out of me this syrup drips like bile

I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
I'm letting it slip down
(Now) sit down
Back the fuck down sit down sit down

Spitting feathers from the froth behind my lips
And I think it's anger, Yeah I think it's anger

And i made you, but I take another blow to the face do
You need another toxin to raise you
Cause you know that I'd be losing to face you
An irate you

I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
I'm letting it slip down sit down
Back the fuck down sit down sit down

Bite my tongue and chase your smoking gun
You don't need to see repercussion



Credits
Writer(s): Nikki Smash
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