Coffee grounds
• Written by Spider-Fram
Spider-Fram's Notes
The instrumental is not mine, but I am considering buying it for this song... thoughts?
bout to drop the bar and lower my standards
Just parked the car, but I'll mind my manners
I'll find Groening; you can be my Flanders.
This beat is fried call me Colonel Sanders
Seasoned with syllables and layered with life,
even ate my vegetables and didn't think twice
you skipped to dessert, better run for your life
I'm hungry for the hurt, better grab my knife
Cut open my head and analyze my heart
Been working on my mind, amazed at the art.
While I'm on my grind and climbing the chart.
I'll find you at the mall; some would call you Blart.
Wasting my time, man you're wasting your breath.
Pacing in circles just waiting for death.
I'm jumping these hurdles and have nothing left.
I'll say this one time, just please watch your step
I step to the game, they laugh like I'm lame
don't matter though, I ain't got no shame
just a young kid has a little something to say
with some letters and a rhythm, I hope I get paid
Submit to the hit and get out the word.
Haven't you heard that the bird is the word?
My mom told me son, hope you listened and heard.
When I said you'd be great, that was nothing absurd.
Now I live with this chip on my shoulder,
Bigger than Sisyphus' boulder,
but I’m not worried about what I told her.
The best part of waking up? Folgers
(Chorus)
coffee grounds is what I found
motivate your life till you're in the ground
coffee grounds, coffee grounds,
motivate your life till you're in the ground.
I'm finding myself, I'm cleaning my mind
you're wheeling and dealing, just wasting your time
Making that money and chasing those dimes
Blinding your eyes to not seeing divine
Coffee and whiskey are coursing my veins
Sitting and thinking just picking my brain
you're drinking and smoking just looking for fame
At the end of the day, yourself left to blame
now we're paving a way, for me and my lane
this runway we're on isn't for the lame
I've picked up my suitcase, I've got to the gate
This flight is full, get off of my plane!
Where I'm going you don't need a passport
While I'm flowing I don't need a retort
I'm just trying to get to the resort
So I can finally finish this book report
Look out the window and on to the beat,
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay in your seats
If you're interested I'll show you the feats
Of the greatest alive on the streets
I'm inspired by what I perceive
I'm frighted I'm considered a thief
Of those in the craft, and those making drafts
I just wanted something on a sheet
My point should be clear by the end of this
I've been writing these songs, I'm a lyricist
Not fighting another spot for them to diss
taking bullets out the gun, now you have to miss
The latest hero on the block, I'm the Spiderfram
You've been waiting with your Glock, well here I am
Go three lines back and notice I'm fast
but at least I know my tracks are worth a damn
Women and money are not the objectives
Chasing your dreams could change your perspective
Embracing these themes would make you effective
Tracing new schemes, got a new directive
This hero will try not to bleed
but I've been praying to God on my knees
I thought the villains got out, it's just me
Now I realize who I need to be
(Chorus)
coffee grounds is what I found
motivate your life till you're in the ground
coffee grounds, coffee grounds,
motivate your life till you're in the ground.
If your stomach isn't full, you need to be fixed
I've been trying to be cool, but please just hear this
I'm a literal lyricist and don't let it miss
Your heart isn't another track waiting to skip
This battle we're losing to what we don't know
but it feels like we're losing it deep in our souls
and this pain isn't easing it's out of control
I get so worked up I just might explode
as I develop and beat the rest
and I'm getting this all off my chest
I realize why I left the nest
come fly with me, I'm nowhere near my crest
Sinatra had it right, I'm doing this my way
On the come up, sitting at my Steinway
Dropping these bars, looking at me sideways
I'll be on stage, you're just on the byway
The hero is me, and it will be you
Zero to hero, doing what we do
I'd rather die on top, and not under the shoes
Of those in the game thinking, they're something new
Been talking pretty fast, so listen real quick
The best in the game isn't trying to be fixed
We know what you're about, and it sure isn't spit
Get up and walk on out, you're making me pissed
Now that you've listened and maybe you learned
We all end up in an urn
Get up out of your mind, for in it you'll burn
But don't worry my friend, we always return
to coffee grounds
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Spider-Fram
Member since July 1 2019