GUNNY ft. The Gunny Lyrics

Left, left, left, left

I said gunny I'm hurt like

New plan, new hand, no work, like

I'm tired of the same old dance


Trying to vibe when I know I can't

Ain't no sense in hiding where you're at

Aahh oooh

Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back

You're ready-made for this day

And your life ain't ever known lack

Now throw a grenade in this cave

Make a mountain grow a new path

Aahh oooh

And I mean to say it broke me not

My nephew call me paramedic because I'm

Cruising with the open shot

Look here, the benefit of a good drown

Is seeing hope float

Baby wallet on soaked loaf

I started measuring my pleasure in living

After beginning a descent into bad sprints and a broke run

My locs thinning, the doctor says that my spine's shifting

I should break the mileage

But she doesn't know what I'm running from

I pray to God through a clenched fist

If He's playing, I must be about to see him at intermission

Caught a valley and a split chin

When He made my perfection His business

I'm going to take two bunny steps to the right,

alright?

Scooch for the goon with the room to fight

I'm calling for help like it's going to jump out the manger

Cause I ain't run up a mountain to become a cliffhanger

Oh

Ain't no sense in hiding where you at

Aahh oooh

Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back

You're ready-made for this day

And your life ain't ever known lack

Now throw a grenade in this cave

Make a mountain grow a new path

Aahh oooh

I don't even know I don't want to receive help

Drive standing so I don't inconvenience the seatbelt

You and me? Well, we know about Yeshua three nails

The way He felt, ****** would call Him a "female"

So for me? Tell? Rina going to spare every detail

Cause the bar could not be steeper when speaking for retail

But I'm hurting in my Birkin and trying to be well

That's like cuffing a vitamin and trying to B12

Yo

I'm finally dying to grieve well

Throw my pride to the water and pray it don't beach whales

Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy

I call for my GUNNY

You can press Him with a thorn but He's still coming for me

Almost said a vow in Spanish

I like to repeat L's

But He popped shame, I can remember the heat smell

I'm kind to each fail, I find the meek trail and

The mountain is that continual journey

That we find ourselves on

We're not walking a flat terrain

It might go from a 45-degree angle to a 90-degree angle

But I've got a lot of tools

And I'm able to reach out to somebody

Who can reinforce and support me

That's another tool

Ain't no sense in hiding where you at

Aahh oooh

Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back

You're ready-made for this day

And your life ain't ever known lack

Now throw a grenade in this cave

Make a mountain grow a new path

Aahh oooh