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I'm a barstool barnacle
With sorrows for the bar to kill
All floats down to the bottom most days
The sun gets further than you thought it could
I'm getting dizzy, dark, and comical
I think I took a problem pill
Rain until that shot is filled, K?
Lava licks my hardened throat
Been a big shot with the big fish
Drinking shit my parents won't
I'm a fan of flames that flicker very close
Close enough I chose to grab ahold
Fused my palm in place
I don't know what to say
Put up with a lot of pain
I'm surprised I called your name
I'm a guy who thinks insane
Is some type of working brain
That I can learn from
And yearn for, in turn I did babe
But unlike most days where the shit don't phase
I get home sick and think
That this wasn't a break
It was a breach at most, but we fix those things
I don't preach but hope, was all she gave
I think I get places pieces where they fit in.
Fled from a light leading nowhere
Life got caught up as a cynic.
Fucking with my id it’s
taking over as a new sickness.
Diminished critics visions once
I give them all of her heart.
I think I’m finished.
Permission to hit eject if this effect my inner-stress
And makes me dream of better days.
The weather in head stays raining puddles
You’re clowning if you don’t understand
Where all the hounds went.
The sound leaving your lips
Makes me exist in another dimension.
The incision under my wrist skin
Only proves that I’m alive.
Until I die within myself at the Hight
Of my destruction.
I wish you nothing more than to live,
To live again and try.
So let it breathe as I kiss the sky.
They told me I was too late
I responded I didn’t even try to
Catch your eyes with my eyes
And give you weary knees.
You’re my new disease as I breathe to be
It's 10o'clock in the morning, I just rolled outta bed
I slide inside some 1's and then I roll one up for my head
The color in my weed, match the color in my 3's
Roll another full of trees, I got plenty so we chiefen
The sky's the limit we can try and reach it
And then collab up in the booth because we need a feature
I ain't mad though, this pen full of dabs hoe
Assholes the label that they gave us cause we act out
You other rappers act dope cause your flat broke
You sinking to the bottom I'm at the top doing back strokes
Floating on a dream that I never seem to see
But I know that it's there so I keep chasing it
My pathetic little being, yeah who I used to be
I'll be constantly, upgrading it
So don't try fucking with me, unless you fucking with me
Or you puffing these trees, we can lay here