I was born with the ability to see stars
Walk steady on the beat
Meeting each bar
Little goofy [bad word] 
Hitting sharp
Swimming through the game like I'm a riding on a reef shark
Please
All I need is 88 keys
And the [bad word] line jumping off an MPC
To be easy
Got a lot of ghosts to chase
And a couple lady problems I'm supposed to face
Hold off on em
Take another sip off the swamp water
Put a kiss on the cheek of your mom's daughter
Dance around like a fool spilling my lager
And I won't ever be a pimp, so baby why bother?
Nah
I guess it ain't my style
26 with a twist and a face like a child
Hate it if it makes you smile
Cause in the end of it it all fades away when the fake takes trial
Kick rocks

[Hook: Grieves]
No matter what, [bad word] to be (Hey here's a suggestion)
You can kiss my [bad word] if you doubted me (Yup)
Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

[Verse 2: [bad word] 
Look
I was born to be a moon walker
Walk into the club, suddenly the room's darker?
Fan favorite of the street preacher
Peace keeper
Bridge groomer jumped the broom said skip it on a street sweeper
But [bad word] at me with beef, I'm a meat eater
With tongue and teeth that'll cut you like a meat cleaver
Miscreet beaver
Like [bad word] it all to [bad word] 
Told the fam I'm gonna rap
None of that went over well
I could tell they just worry
I'm trying to court the game and judge you by your hung jury
And I don't sport a chain
Blame it on my ancestors
Brought to port of slaves while I failed to be affected by a lust for foreign aid
And none of ya'll blame thinkin rap is all the same
But I can promise you to never keep it formulaic
Im here to raise the bar though, I never caught a case
And maybe while I'm at it score a babe and fornicate
I'm human is all I'm saying

[Hook: Grieves]
No matter what, [bad word] to be (Hey here's a suggestion)
You can kiss my [bad word] if you doubted me (Yup)
Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands

[Verse 3: Grieves]
Skinny as a fence post
Moving through the crowd
Dancing off rhythm just a minimal amount
For the [bad word] of it
I've been on the road too long
And got a head like a weather balloon floating along
Approaching the dawn
You ain't got a jab I ain't ever heard
I let sarcasm fly like a feathered bird
So if you're looking some gratifying better words
You can try writing out letter to the editor
Hah
Cause I ain't got not time
I'm on my 24/7 and my 3-6-5
I got my heavy oar paddling to reach that prize
And you can see the dedication in my eyes
Or maybe that's the hangover
Creeping up my skull like a bad shadow
I can take it o the rocks
I am that agile
So if you came here to be that [bad word] 
You can pick another cat to hassle
I should slap you

[Hook: Grieves]
No matter what, [bad word] to be (Hey here's a suggestion)
You can kiss my [bad word] if you doubted me (Yup)
Cause all that jabber that your babbling (Babble on)
Has left you stranded and standing alone with your head in your hands