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letra de the underground - grewsum

[verse 1: grewsum]
under-appreciated, under the radar
under the ground, get down, you know who they are
a lot of folks came and they went, they didn’t stay long
i guess we’re just the stepping stones for ’em, they know who they are
i hung around, kept the art dark, didn’t take off
an odd god never took a day off to play golf
my day job is make songs for weirdos like myself
it’s hard to stay calm, my brain’s off
i struggle with mental health and this community
they had my back and root for me
but not the ones around me, it’s the onеs who bumped my music streams
true, indeed, thе underground has unity
you and me could very well want to achieve the same sh-t and pursue our dreams
so let’s go f-ck it up
i got weapons in the trunk plus fentanyl to bump
and a fifth but never done had to steady numb
words still hitting every heavy drum
when he comes death had better pack himself a healthy lunch
get you some, like

[chorus: grewsum]
we represent more than what you think
this is something for the outcasts who don’t ever get a thing
this is music for the undead, smile for the bloodshed
music for the undead, smile for the bloodshed
the underground, we represent more than what you think
this is something for the outcasts who don’t ever get a thing
this is music for the undead, smile for the bloodshed
music for the undead, smile for the bloodshed
the underground (the underground)
[verse 2: grewsum]
under ground but we ain’t stuck in it
we love this sh-t, throw a little blood in it and they f-ck with it
drugs stiffen, get it in me, now i’m uplifted
numb, twitch it, if you want the sickest sh-t then come get it
we supply it, a hit for free, you can try it
i get my own era in the history of violence
this is me just being honest, i ain’t keen to being modest
emcees that people rock with are just meals for me to digest
the things that we’ve accomplished might not bring a million dollars
but we scrubby, we don’t give a sh-t ’bout money or the profit
we just doing what we love and getting bl–dy in the process
krueger with the glove about to cut ’em up for content
my social media’s only me in my zone alone and bleeding out these hoes and eating
drinking every last drop as their souls are leaving
squeezing so hard their bones are leaking
we represent…

- grewsum

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