Message in a Flask

Um...
Um um...
Got damn...
Woah...
Woah

Got the flask in the back of my pocket
Bloodline never gone stop it, lets change the topic
Oh can I cop it, searching for a bottle
Young nigga drunk, thirsting for a model, on full throttle
Just like my Unck, found stranded on the curb
Hard lesson never learned, still thirst, what came first
Was it the fool, or the reason that he dumb
Head heard, arms feeling kinda numb, I came from
Drunk deacons and big cousins who stayed buzzing
Throat flooded, she big butted and stay blunted
Who can resist, temptation as she kissed
Drunk lips, I'm adrift, I'm lost in a gray mist
Play this, well after the transplant
Well after the drunk rant, well after the decant
When you pour it out, and I'm thrust into the ground
Still holding the damn brown, too proud to back down

Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more
Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more

Um, hard to face facts
Um, hard to trace back
Um, hard to move forward
Um, hard to move shore-ward
Um, still looking for dry land, been drinking and vibing
Been slipping and sliding, on the surface
Inside, a young nigga hurting
Sipping on E and J while I'm peeking through the curtain
And I'm certain, that I'm inserting all of these thoughts
And steady looking across, to accost my distraught thoughts
To your ears, flooded out by my peers
So I made this L-P, in the hopes I would appear
On your timeline, the fine line of spoiled milk and fine wine
Maybe I waited too late to claim my time, but see its all fine
The bloodline was intertwined in my rhymes
To underline the messages you still find
When moonshine combine with the baseline
I speak a story, of the low class, now quarried
Liquor store on the corner, cheap vice in a hurry

Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more
Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more
Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more
Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh
Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh
Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure
Cause a young nigga be wanting more

I be wanting more...
I be wanting more...
And I don't even know...