[Verse 1] Got a cup full of ice and I'm 'bout to get free Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie you're not me I'm not special but I know about depression And been making music for ten years What's your question? Yes it's stressful but I'm not the esoteric type Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed Top ten you can fuck that venn Never hold my breath iron lunged leviathan My girl would play bluegrass before my shit But it's cool cause I don't respect an ass kiss Whatever comes up must come out Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style But I'm feeling his - what up to rhymesayers Black Paisley respects your fucking grind players And we awkward a little like Lee Dewyze But those who listen closely can read between the lines
[Hook] Got my drink in my cup so I'm ready for whatever Gotta put my time in so I'm 'bout to pull the lever No time like the present and I'm gonna live forever Tired of being tired, never hear me say never With a hand to the sky and my head in the clouds I'm trying to get high never wanna come down My feet on the ground even though I feel fly Even after take off I'm at home
[Verse 2] I feel like - music can be electric In fact on that I'll bet this My hurt and pain are second string when playing Byron Leftwich I make this music for my people who use it Exactly for the same reason I do, I'm still tryna get through Like half the population The same boat rockin' waitin' Maryland crabs inside the bucket tryna stop the hatin' The pain is thick and dense and that just has me mocking Satan As if I believed in anything but the ones who made me And shaped me, got friends and family in my music And to me they equal God so you keep your funny ruses I'm amused by all the ignorance displayed in our community Not really cool to talk about but fuck it that's what true to me What's new to me? Not much homeboy Rode pretty hard last quarter century Learned a few things - forgot a bunch more Hence why I spit for the memories No benching me I'm A team - here on out So go ahead and just clear on out And you can try to play tough But you know what you smell like A little lake heron trout I'm off of it and back on again Never read much Kurt Vonnegut But I should have cause that would have probably Helped me with my ponderin' Like a conduit you find promising Communicate with no admonishment Eye to eye you don't need an icon To tell you that it's time to win
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[Bridge: Peter Muth] [?] [?] No worries cause the drinks in my cup And I'm never gonna spill no oh Got the windows down and the music turned up Playin' some dumb shit but we don't give a fuck Cause it's got a good beat and we already drunk [?]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
