Pinot Grigio (Rough Version)

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Aldean Alliston

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Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/
Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/
Haters mad so I overkill, spaz til the motor spill/
And laugh on my way down to the bank so you know it's real/
I'm going places they jus mad cause they know it still/
When I ash the back on yo ass, how you supposed to feel?
Over years I put all of my fears on my shoulders/
And carried them clear outta focus I swear/
To cherish every moment, I'm open to hope and despair/
So if it falls down, I hope that you're there/
It was either no one is here or nobody cared/
Nobody's prayers for me reached heaven but always got theirs/
This is not the time for being a square/
I'll take my lumps and jus believe it's fair, cause I see me in the mirror/
I done swam w the sharks while they watched from the pier/
Half of this water probably all of my tears, they been falling for years/
Hear w my eyes and not w my ears/
Only thing of mine that changes w the times is my gear, that's real/
Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/
Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/
I don't listen to the dialogue, running your mouth, you on a diet, dog/
In denial or, forget my shits what they been dying for/
Graveyards, all kinda whores/
Before you ever catch me slipping you'll see the skin of dinosaur/
Im a Diamond raw, no shine or gloss/
No polish, I'm being modest, I had to try it on/
Cause dog, when you operating at the highest form/
You gotta remind them, sometimes they can get their wires crossed/
Before Fortnite we was tryna floss/
We called it starved, what the outside saw as lost/
No wonder our mothers had wanted us working honest jobs/
The streets is a jungle, you gotta run w some iron claws/
All this gas burning, word to the shining stars/
Lyrics are hard to come by, it's a dying art/
Surprised I survived this long, tryna find a spark/
You can't see me or my drive, just the tire marks/
Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/
Bitch you wasn't with me hustling on the strip/
Ain't no Dijon on your bread, you a muthafuckin' trip/
Pour my Pinot to the rim/
Really from the bottom I'm not going back that way again/

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