Vice Grip
Yeat

Hook:
I’m caught in the vice grip, can’t escape this pain (uh)
Chasin’ down the high like I’m runnin’ in the rain (yeah)
Cold nights in the city, got my heart feelin’ strained (nah)
Addiction creepin’ slowly, yeah, it’s messin’ with my brain (woo)

Verse 1:
Startin’ off the day with the weight on my soul (uh)
Poppin’ pills, feelin’ numb, tryin’ to lose control (what?)
Walkin’ through the shadows where the demons roll (yeah)
In this jungle of temptation, I’m the prey, they’re the whole (yeah)

Light flash, gun blast, hear the sirens wail (uh)
Life’s a gamble, but I’m stackin’ up the fail (nah)
Friends turnin’ foes, got ‘em watchin’ my trail (yeah)
Lost a part of me, why the good days derail? (woo)

Hook:
I’m caught in the vice grip, can’t escape this pain (uh)
Chasin’ down the high like I’m runnin’ in the rain (yeah)
Cold nights in the city, got my heart feelin’ strained (nah)
Addiction creepin’ slowly, yeah, it’s messin’ with my brain (woo)

Verse 2:
Lookin’ in the mirror, who’s that familiar face? (what?)
Hollow eyes, shattered dreams, lost in this place (yeah)
Tryin’ to outrun the past, but it’s settin’ the pace (nah)
Every hit, every split, feeling outta space (yeah)

Voices in my head, they tell me don’t quit (uh)
But the bottle’s half empty, wonder if I’m sick (what?)
Life’s a broken record, hear the same old hit (nah)
Stuck in this cycle, yeah, it feels like a script (yeah)

Hook:
I’m caught in the vice grip, can’t escape this pain (uh)
Chasin’ down the high like I’m runnin’ in the rain (yeah)
Cold nights in the city, got my heart feelin’ strained (nah)
Addiction creepin’ slowly, yeah, it’s messin’ with my brain (woo)

Bridge:
Can’t shake the feeling, it’s wrap around my throat (uh)
Livin’ life on the edge, barely stayin’ afloat (what?)
Each bullet that I dodge, they just missin’ my coat (yeah)
But will I feel relief, or just float like a boat? (nah)

Verse 3:
Gotta find a way, but I’m lost in the haze (uh)
Tryna see the light, but it’s a blurry maze (what?)
Mentally enslaved, and I’m beggin’ for days (yeah)
When the darkness fades, will I still feel this craze? (nah)

Hook:
I’m caught in the vice grip, can’t escape this pain (uh)
Chasin’ down the high like I’m runnin’ in the rain (yeah)
Cold nights in the city, got my heart feelin’ strained (nah)
Addiction creepin’ slowly, yeah, it’s messin’ with my brain (woo)

Outro:
So I scream to the night, will the silence reply? (uh)
In the battle with myself, will I ever comply? (what?)
Guns and drugs, weaving tales of a lie (yeah)
In this vice grip forever, it could be do or die (nah)