Grind - Natasha Kmeto, Tunde Adebimpe

Always comes and goes never stays that long but it’s always on my mind

Slow to say hello and quick to say goodbye so I’m always on this grind

And it’s so hard for me to know

And it’s so hard to let it go

No choice

I must begin

Golden handcuffs

They lock me in

I’m chasing my own tail

For pots of gold

In this barter

I am sold