Andradece – Til the Grave
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Til the Grave

Verse 1

I’m sick of walking on this tight rope called life
Always gotta keep my balance at all times
And people ask me how I walk in a straight line
I tell 'em its a skill you'll pick it up it just takes time
But that’s a lie though
So pack your things and hit the high road
Don’t look at me for encouragement I’m not here to find out
What you been looking for
Looking for purpose because life is hard
Looking at rappers idolizing ours
This where I live, it’s not shiny it’s not pretty kids
You’ll learn it quickly what addiction is
You’ll crave attention and the high it gives
You’ll get rejected lose your happiness
'Cuz what you get Is just the opposite
You want the life you get the acronyms
There ain’t grade on a curve there ain’t no averages
That wasn’t easy I don’t laugh at this
No comedy no common interest
Let’s talk about it [yeah
I’m quite aware my songs are whacker than most
That’s how it goes like I care if people spit on my tombstone
When I blow I won’t remember if I met you before
While your girl telling her friends "I once talked to him over the phone"
Yeah
They ask Andradece I let me know
I plant a seed, feed it water watch how my money grow
And only lames complain about tax
If your wages are thin don’t be actin' mad if I widen the gap

Chorus

I do this every day
Music until the grave
While I’m dead in the coffin beats are finna be played
Waving my head back, back and forth I mean
Hopefully, Dr. Dre bumping it while I sleep
I do this every day
Music until the grave
While I’m dead in the coffin beats are finna be played
Waving my head back, back and forth I mean
Maybe Andradece, bumping it while I sleep

Verse 2

My condolences to the families across the world
Who still dealing with mumble rappers I know it hurts
Y’all can’t pronounce a noun or a verb
After I’m done with verse y’all be crying for a registered nurse
We sit and hope for the resignation of modern poets
Hurry up, my ears are getting swollen
Your career only came because you learned to blow it
And the sad part is even legends talk like they hardly notice
They downplay me so when I’m poppin' I’m screaming “ta dah”
Yo soy persona-non-grata with explosive grenada’s
No founding fathers to carry the torch? I’ll do it myself, forget their signatures l was taught how to forge
I let it roll off the tongue like Hawaiian mahalo
My grandpa died in Vietnam that reality’s awful
But I remember my roots and what to follow
My umbilical cord was preserved in a vinegar bottle
After this record, go start a detox, buy a fiat, and go find some other artist to feed off
You swung first, well this whole song was a tee-off
It’s funny when I got hired, you got laid off

Chorus

I do this every day
Music until the grave
While I’m dead in the coffin beats are finna be played
Waving my head back, back and forth I mean
Hopefully, Dr. Dre bumping it while I sleep
I do this every day
Music until the grave
While I’m dead in the coffin beats are finna be played
Waving my head back, back and forth I mean
Maybe Andradece, bumping it while I sleep

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