The grit  cover

RugoutThe GritJonny Sonic

Do you really know who your hoes is?
Do you know who your broseph is?
Did you take time to smell the roses with your noses?
Because you know this shit just might slip right away.

Do you really know who your attackers are?
Do you know who your backers are?
Did you spend life with no passengers in your faster car?
That's assbackwards.
Life just might slip right away.

While we say: we should've done that
And we should've done this.
And we're all so pissed because there's so much to do
And we can't keep pace.
We're blue in the face.
We all just tend to race right through.

We tend to race right through.

Blind-side sucker-punch;
Yank the rug out from me.

Do you really know you who that driver is?
Yeah, the one driving by your kids
With his head down texting messages after beverages.
They're all dead from this.
Their life slipped right away.

So do you really care what your status is?
Do you care about what middle management put on your admin task list?
It's just matter-of-fact shit like death and taxes.
One night it might slip right away.

While we say: we should've done that
And we should've done this.
And we're all so pissed because there's so much to do
And we can't keep pace.
We're blue in the face.
We all just tend to race right through.

We tend to race right through.

It all just switched, they pulled the rug out.

Stress gonna get the best of them.
In a flash they passed right next to them.

It all just switched, they pulled the rug out.

Time don't stop for y'all to say you're leaving.
If we get a close call, then we start believing.
I'm gonna tell my people now that I need them.
Because it might all start to fall from the ceiling.

Blind-side sucker-punch;
Yank the rug out from me.

The stitch made with the switch blade is rubbing on me.
It's teeming at the seams and it's gonna bleed.
The demons are scheming to stay in front of me.
I'm running, but they're coming and they're gaining on me.
Pull the rug out!
Blind-side sucker-punch;
Yank the rug out from me.

Never get it back.
Never get it back.
Then we crash.