
Grind in the Rearview
by Vince Falle
Lyrics
Intro
City on my tongue
Rubber on the road
Ash on my sleeve
Eyes still low (yeah)
Verse 1
Rearview full of ghosts
All of them me
Hoodie smell like smoke
Hands stay free
Phone on mute
Heart on freeze
Engine talk quiet
Mind don't sleep
Chorus
Grind in the rearview
Past in the trunk
Eyes on the line while I'm riding through the funk
If it ain't money
Let it fade in the dust
Trust in the hustle
Only thing I trust (yeah)
Grind in the rearview
Pain in the back
Weight on my name but I carry all that
If it ain't love
Let it slide
Let it go
Slow lane living with a fast heart
Woah (woah)
Verse 2
Plastic cup
Stained rim
Night shift
Same sin
Cheap mask
Big grin
Still I let fate spin
Left lane empty
Gas light bright
I don't fear dark
I grew up in night (hey!)
Chorus
Grind in the rearview
Past in the trunk
Eyes on the line while I'm riding through the funk
If it ain't money
Let it fade in the dust
Trust in the hustle
Only thing I trust (ooh)
Grind in the rearview
Pain in the back
Weight on my name but I carry all that
If it ain't love
Let it slide
Let it go
Slow lane living with a fast heart
Woah