Another GrizzlyJones Track
Head Full of Rain
[Spoken Word / Low Whisper]Look at it all...Look at what we traded our souls for.They think it's a blessing...But it feels like a curse. Stacks of cash...Empty bottles...Tattoo upon tattoo..
[BPM 75](Slow, heavy, melancholic trap beat with a dark piano loop)[Chorus](Melodic, raspy delivery—half-sung, half-whispered)Piles of bags, stacks of cash on the tableEmpty bottles, I’m unstable, it’s a fableTattoo upon tattoo, ink on my skinTryna hide the places where the damage has beenPiles of cash, stacks of cash in my handsEmpty bottles, I don't care about their plansTattoo upon tattoo, I’m running out of space...Trying to erase what you can no longer look in the face.[Verse 1](Fast, aggressive, cynical delivery)Look at the green, look at the spreadThey love me alive but they'd profit if deadI got a room full of vultures, a house full of ghostsThe people who hate me are playing the hostsMama texted Sunday, asked if I’m goodI’m drowning in liquor in HollywoodGot ink on my throat, got ink on my eyesTo cover the tears and to cover the liesThey see the success, they see the facadeBut I’m in the alleyway begging to GodAnother prescription, another regretAnother connection I wish I never met.[Chorus](Heavy bass drops back in)Piles of bags, stacks of cash on the tableEmpty bottles, I’m unstable, it’s a fableTattoo upon tattoo, ink on my skinTryna hide the places where the damage has beenPiles of bags, stacks of cash in my handsEmpty bottles, I don't care about their plansTattoo upon tattoo, I’m running out of space...Trying to erase what you can no longer look in the face.[Verse 2](Vulnerable, slowing down, heavy breathing in the mic)Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who do I see?A stranger is staring directly at meThe ink is a armor, the money’s a shieldBut none of these bleeding wounds ever get healedEvery dollar bill is stained with a sinEvery empty bottle shows where I've beenI keep buying chains just to feel like I’m freeWhile everyone’s drinking and toastin' to meBut nobody notices when the lights fadeI’m trapped in the prison that I fucking made.[Bridge](Beat cuts out, just a echoing piano and clapping snare)Stacks of cash... they don't buy peace.Empty bottles... they don't bring relief.Tattoo upon tattoo... just to cover the scars.Look at the ceiling, we're blocking the stars.(Screamed/Passionate)Yeah, we're blocking the starsPiles of bags, stacks of cash on the tableEmpty bottles, I’m unstable, it’s a fableTattoo upon tattoo, ink on my skinTryna hide the places where the damage has beenPiles of bags, stacks of cash in my handsEmpty bottles, I don't care about their plansTattoo upon tattoo, I’m running out of space...Trying to erase what you can no longer look in the face.[Outro](Fading out, rain sound effects in the background)No longer look in the face...Just stacks of cash.Empty bottles.Tattoo upon tattoo...(Beat stops completely)...Until there's nothing left to erase.
GrizzlyJones
