Grits - Hittin' Curves lyrics

Coffee's verse:

Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown

Quick to flip if one trip, forced to break bones, first we break bread, then break heads

Look at all the people runnin' in fear, scared

Unwilling to hear what's said, hide under the shed

We lyin' in the filth, grown men layin' in our own beds

Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps

Hit them curves, dodge the trap

Don't move at a slow pace

Hand us a mic, we move the whole place

This for each and every hood,

Eighteenth Ave, Wedgewood, South side, clean cutz

Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that's good

Baller blockin' ain't an option, that ain't the purpose of my concoction

Releasin' toxins in the abyss, boxin' you in so you don't miss

Me gettin' you rockin', Nashville

Proud I'm in it, been a minute

Gettin' our due, me and my crew

Rep our city, how ‘bout you?

Hittin' curves!

Hook:

Hittin Curves, shorty, baby, ooo hoo

(Dipping in the ride, swerving in the ride)

Bridge 1:

That's why we tell them

Swerving we ruling we serving

Hittin them curves and then we

Pushing them verses them curses

They must be broken yeah

Taking them Tennessee corners

And changing lanes cause they

Brought us enough contradiction

So now we change our position yeah, yeah….

V2

Bonafide's verse

I'm in LaVergne letting the Chevy burn rubber every turn

Changing lanes while the body swang heavy to the right

Like my life hit them curves swerve as I discern to turn

Back down the one way truth and the life

I learn lessons every block counting blessings like rocks

As I bubble in the struggle in the Classic Caprice

Releasing pressure like these woofers in the back of my seats

And speaking clearer than these tweeters when I'm over these beats

I check the navigation to see what direction to take

To lead a generation headed for collision with fate

On the darker side in the ride looking through rearviews

In full speed searching for a u turn to save you hittin curves….

BRIDGE 2:

Swerving hittin curves and serving

Pushing the verses for the curses

Must be broken so we focused

Stop sign and the place can't hold us

Taking them Tennessee corners

Changing lanes cause they brought us

Enough contradiction so now

We change our position yeah, yeah