Basic Grip

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor again

I'm so sick on the inside
Don't hold your breath cause when I die
I think about it all too often
Don't bother picking out a coffin

I'm so sick on the inside
Don't hold your breath cause when I die
I think about it all too often
Don't bother picking out a coffin

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor again

Got a homie with a case that's still pending
And I think of it daily
Alkaline strawberry lemonade cold pressed juice
I'm spending money like I already made It
Sit in my car too damn right tryna get right for I walk inside
Clock in to bullshit, keep it motion
5 o clock potion, good ppl too sick
Choppin' a lot I'm feeling too loopy
More than often my life is a movie
Not in a good way shit is on repeat
Dreamin too lucid, think I'm a true fiend
Back to the old ways while I'm doing new things
Back to the old ways while I'm doing new things

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor

Feels like I'm barely hanging on
Reaching for
Something more
Than a basic grip
I feel it slip
Now I'm just on the floor again



Credits
Writer(s): Stav Folly
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