Vice Grip

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Liam

Liam is a short form of the Irish name Uilliam or the old Germanic name William. more »

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Every single vice grips at me like a vice grip
Every single vice grips at me like a vice grip

I need a few minutes of your time
Not quite five exactly
Seems like a long time for rapping
I've got this gift and it needs unwrapping
Open up and it keeps me happy

I keep a few silly little rhymes, yeah
Tucked away for the grey days mainly
Back at school it was Grade As baby
Watching tapes of my hay days lately

Wow, how 'bout now? Well
Act a fool on the grade As daily
Lack the tools and the grade haze dazed me
F*ck'n buzzed like a Playmate tased me

What created this stage of crazy?
Lost my dad - same age as Swayze
Basically
Same disease
Should I act like his fate ain't phase me?
Woah
That's asking a lot
The answer is what?
No
That's asking a lot the answer is what?

I can see his ghost like Demi Moore 
Could this god condemn me more?
Memories now they mean more

Every decision 
Lacking conviction

I don't know shit anymore
I'm not open anymore
Friends don't know me anymore

And in addition
There's an addiction

I can't cope with anymore
Another toke with every pour
Now I'm broke I spend it all

Every single vice grips at me like a vice grip

Glass half full
Or glass half empty
Drank 'em both and the bar staff left me
To wallow in my sorrow 
I'll be sorrier tomorrow
Glass half full
Or glass half empty?
Drank 'em both and the bar staff left me

Now that I've got you
Eye to eye
Why do I
Feel so far from home?
I wrote these bars in Barcelona
Walking in these bars a loner
Doctor said can't heal his damage
Not from here but I feel his panic
Didn't charge my phone 
At last I face books
That don't ask for passwords to open
Had a hunch what I wrote was dope and
Packs a punch I ain't rope a dopin'
Coming up
Uppercut to your jugular
It doesn't really matter who the f*ck you are
I didn't write this stuff for ya
If you don't like it stuff ya
Ask your girl if she puffs
And if she does
Have a hot box 
We can let it get stuffier 
A few words on the herbs
And for the nerds make sure the wordplay's tough for ya.

Glass half full
Or glass half empty
Drank 'em both and the bar staff left me
To wallow in my sorrow 
I'll be sorrier tomorrow
Glass half full
Or glass half empty?
Drank 'em both and the bar staff left me
A triple double
Man they think I'm Russell
I'm not OK, see
You need to come get me (Come Get Me!)

I'm outside drunk in the car park
With a pouch of puff and a bar charge
Sitting out there rough 'til the dark pass
And when the sun's up
It all comes up
Work starts at 8 and it's half past
Chain smoke like 8 of my last darts
Too drunk to drive I better test it
Stop the car to yak and get arrested
That's when my heart starts
Life's good apart from the last part
Last half of the last half
Since Pa passed flag half mast
Ain't been acting right I'm a half-arse
Ain't been snackin' right I'm a lard-arse
Days are black and white like a half-caste
Grey - and at the night that's the hard part
That's when 
Every single vice grips at me like a vice grip

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