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INTRO
LEFT, LEFT, LEFT, LEFT!!!!
(Zhalarina)
I SAID GUNNY I’M HURT LIKE
NEW PLAN, NEW HAND, NO WORK
I’M TIRED OF THE SAME OLD DANCE
TRYNA VIBE WHEN I KNOW I CAN’T
CHORUS
Ain’t no sense in hiding where you at/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back/
You’re ready-made for this day
And your life ain’t ever known lack
now throw a grenade in this cave/
Make a mountain grow a new path/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
VERSE ONE
I mean to say it broke me not/
my nephew call me paramedic cause I’m/
cruising with the open shot/
Look here, the benefit of a good drown
is seeing hope float/
Baby wallet on soaked loaf/
I started measuring my pleasure in living/
after beginning a descent into bad sprints and a broke run/
my locs thinning, the doctor say that my spine shifting/
I should break the mileage/
but she don’t know what I’m running from/
I pray to God through a clenched fist/
If He playing, I must be bout to see him at intermission/
Caught a valley and a split chin/
when He made my perfection His business/
I’mma take two bunny steps to the right alright?/
Scooch for the goon with the room to fight/
I’m calling for help like it's gon' jump out the manger/
Cause I ain’t run up a mountain to become a cliffhanger/
oh
CHORUS
Ain’t no sense in hiding where you at/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back/
You’re ready-made for this day
And your life ain’t ever known lack
now throw a grenade in this cave/
Make a mountain grow a new path/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
VERSE TWO
I don’t even know I don’t wanna receive help/
Drive standing so I don’t inconvenience the seatbelt/
You and me? Well, we know bout Yeshua 3 nails/
the way He felt, n***as would call Him a "female"/
So for me? Tell? Rina gon' spare every detail/
cause the bar could not be steeper when speaking for retail/
But ’m hurting in my Birkin and trying to be well/
that’s like cuffing a vitamin and trying to B12
yo
I’m finally dying to grieve well/
throw my pride to the water and pray it don’t beach whales/
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy/
I call for my GUNNY/
You can press Him with a thorn but He still coming for me/
Almost said a vow in Spanish
I like to repeat L’s/
But He popped shame, I can remember the heat smell/
I’m kind to each fail, I find the meek trail/
BRIDGE
The mountain is that continual journey
that we find ourselves on
We’re not walking a flat terrain
It might go from a 45-degree angle to a 90-degree angle
But I’ve got a lot of tools
And I’m able to reach out to somebody
who can reinforce and support me
That’s another tool
CHORUS
Ain’t no sense in hiding where you at/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back/
You’re ready-made for this day
And your life ain’t ever known lack
now throw a grenade in this cave/
Make a mountain grow a new path/
(AAHH-OOOH!)
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap