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letra de float - rellfromthe973

[verse 1]
they love me
cause i’m honest to a t
i need another one to float
you see
i drink like a fish
been going through some sh-t
moms trip when i sip
tryna suppress memories of bad flips
masked up on the bullsh-t
mad shirts spell out rip
my grandfather died ain’t been right since
been at war with mortality
the guns we rap about be the same ones turning us to casualties
death bred my maturity
being broke challenged me morally
b-tches have my babies orally
the hearsay at an all time high
it’s jokes over facts
venting in these raps
i don’t trust n-body
it’s funny i’m telling my life to everybody
16s leave me open to dissection from n-gg-s whose lives are in limbo
coming off the temple is my temple
it’s more simple than talking to a god i don’t know
been behind the curtains too long this the year i give the world a show
the year i get more & more dough
from the flow or from your ho
the choice is yours
went from sleeping on floors to memory foam
jacket full of purple hearts i survived a war zone

[chorus]
swimming in a pool of liquor
is the only way i drown
no limits when i’m off the brown
nothing to fear
off the clear
some shed tears
i crack bottles
it’s sound trifling that’s how i handle my vices

swimming in a pool of liquor
is the only way i drown
no limits when i’m off the brown
nothing to fear
off the clear
some shed tears
i crack bottles
it’s sound trifling that’s how i handle my vices

[verse 2]
mixing liquor
to find the potion
for coping
leaves me open
for my demons to get the drop
had opps treat me like a homie
homies treat me like an opp
whether it’s dirk or the 40 i’m always protected by my pops
seen n-gg-s with hoop dreams miss their shot
seen n-gg-s on the top hit rock bottom
it’s crazy how life got em
looking for this good person everyone sees inside of me but i can’t spot em
got problems
that’s deeper than rap
homies putting in work that don’t come with a job app
wish my feelings were in tact
wouldn’t be so damaged
panic when someone says we have to talk
prisoner to my thoughts
shackles to my consciousness
fighting nonsense
that distracts me from grinding
it’s all about timing
demons getting better with
take my medicine
to calm the voices

[chorus]

- rellfromthe973

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