lyrics-


Leo:

now im smoking this cigarette (yeah)
and all we wanted was these bigger checks (aw yeah)
everybody wants the goddamn light mother fucker it aint coming till the end of the night motherfucker nah
now im smoking this cigarette (yeah)
and all we wanted was these bigger checks (aw yeah)
everybody wants the goddamn light mother fucker it aint coming till the end of the night 

let me get high baby girl but you gotta let me hit the ground
hit so hard my eyes shut forever and im buried under six feet of cover motherfucker never hear a sound
i wanna love life (ugh) but its hit or miss my hun
cuz lifes a joke and fucked up one
one vindictive punchline after another twisted pun
if theres a god i believe hes mean as fuck
cuz it seems the only people that bleed are the ones who used up all their bandaids fixing up the wounded punks
cuz life will cut your ass down then it will beat you up
and then you get judged by these clowns cuz you didnt cover up your bruised up cuts
but who loved us, who gave a fuck about us gutter runts
we burnt bridges behind us with nothing but the smell of smoke and the memory of what once was

chorus

let them ask the serious questions
let them scrap all the lessons
try to find value in my blessings
im just stressed about not stressing
youll get the same answer from any manic depressive

now let them flip the question let them get defensive
let their eyes squeeze shut when they get the message
cuz in the end no one gives a fuck about the names on the stuff that you spent your days dressed in

simply less than what im blessed with
i got everybody guessing
when ill stop being defensive
just pull out the smith and wesson 
put it to my brain and end it
cuz these bullets aint expensive
i dont care about your pension
i just want aggression

now i light my cig and i bless it in depression
then i wreck my whole life mother fucker cuz i hid behind a defective protection

-done



Cigarettes

lyrics-

Leo:

biased fake rapper with the mindset of  a real one
giant asshole posing spineless with all these whiny pilgrims
pretending to by this beer, while i silently steal some
and taking it to my kidneys like i'm trying to finally kill one

my torn jeans show my torn knees 
and im prematurely pissing off anybody over the ripe old age of 40
shortly i keep a machete on the key chain purely for the day
that i go out in the forest and play sports with jason vorhees 
(bitch)
im high everywhere i go but i got no goddamn passport
got a “i dont give a fuck face” plastered on the dashboard
all these rappers castrated so i slam my nads on the standard
cuz im a batshit bastard shooting more disasters than a doomsday blasing pastor 

yeah i got class like a drop out
rock around town half mast with my cock out
white folks cry “oh dear god somebody call the cops out”
cuz im swinging my dick in a circle round-housing the pigs and now they're cock knocked out

im a dirtbag, im just another runt
im a dirtbag
im a motherfucking upper loving gutter running punk
x2

yeah you know how it is, im lousy as shit, couldnt fit in this kicks with a shoehorn
im round-housing pigs and loud-mouthing cliques wasting all of my kids on this rude porn
im at it again im pouting and pissed crying for tits like a newborn
and ima go crying my ass off even more if you're letting my beer get luke warm

whats that bitch ass with the snapback talking that smack
im whipping lashes like car crashes so quit acting all big like you falling out my ball-sack
bouncing your ass like a hacky sack in my fanny pac with three packs of blacks
and im playing fast games like whack-a-mole but instead its whack crap rapper ass

fuck these peasants man, im the prince of game
smacking fascist cats smashing pussys asses like kitten play
tearing into rappers like presents on Christmas day
then go crying my ass off saying but mom i hate lil wayne

dont let a punk touch the game hell grunge it up
wearing a greenday shirt and fucking all of their nice shit up
all this white hate from all these white fucks
they can give me a suck and taste a touch of this white love

chorus

-crazy shit-

done-


Dirtbag

lyrics-

cooper j aLt:

There is no drink in my cup I’m starting to feel like I’ve had quite enough X3
There is no drink, fill my cup, I’m starting to realize I don’t give a fuck, naw

Leo:

you got one life, live it like you aint got a damn sign of remorse
like your in court getting divorced and all you wanted was some type of recourse
but you cant so you get in your car and you swerve hard and let the drink pour
take the bottle down, push that throttle up so you can fully feel the g force
crash smack dab into a weed store, smoking like a half a pound a reefer
die and go to heaven god offers a second chance if you change and make a reform
look god in the face say nah thats not what im here for
i just killed the worst man in the world and im looking for my fucking reward
god looks back and says, but heaven is the present
i say fuck that rather smoke a pack of blacks out the back of 7 eleven
keeping up wit my manic depression
losing love in a valley of stresses
losing my blessings, stuck in transgressions, losing self between past and the present

cooper j aLt:

There is no drink in my cup I’m starting to feel like I’ve had quite enough X3
There is no drink, fill my cup, I’m starting to realize I don’t give a fuck, naw

Leo:

im sorry to my liver for all the damn liquor i pour down my throat
down it goes like a burnin river
sorry lungs for all the damn fun ill ingest death with each breath  
until my last one

sorry liver, for all the damn liquor
sorry lungs, ill ingest death with each breath until my last, till my last

so lets make a difference 
lets start out with us and pretend that we’re gifted
lets make a damn pact and pretend life isnt
exactly expected when we accepted we’re different

when you make it to the top, sabotage it sabotage it
when you make it to the top, sabotage it all

sit back and smoke a pack of cigarettes with no hands
thinking bout making more bands cuz life aint got no fucking romance
paintings set to flame, lives wasted finding fame
im feeling hurt so pour me  a damn glass of champagne 

cooper j aLt:

There is no drink in my cup I’m starting to feel like I’ve had quite enough X3
There is no drink, fill my cup, I’m starting to realize I don’t give a fuck, naw

Leo:

im starting to realize i dont give a fuck
-rambles incessantly-
fill my cup
no drink no drink yeah 

done-


No Drink In My Cup

No Gods, No Kings

Mad's Song

Angels On The Payroll [feat. Sikeward]

booking and/or questions: gravlmusic@gmail.com
gravL is a Minneapolis-based indie hip hop duo comprised of rapper Leo Filth (travis Leonard) and producer Cooper J. ALt.  

Formed in summer 2015, gravL is a unique hybrid of hip hop and rock genres.  Filth's lyrics are raw and sincere, inspired by fellow Minneapolis artists such as Atmosphere, Brother Ali, Dem Atlas.  Alt's beats are composed of entirely original material, the goal of which is to drive and groove while simultaneously punching listeners in the face (in the best way possible).    

gravL just released their first ep: a day in the Life of a dirtbag-listen on here for free or hit us on facebook for the hard copy with 3 bonus tracks

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