Float On...
Smokin' doobs where the air is thin
Lone soul at the port cohort ragged I'm tappin' in
Remember when kin used to brag about that Klonopin
I was steady thinking bout dipping' in sixth gear pinned
I need excursions to validate what y'all hated on
Waiting for the awakening then I'm shitting on
All these tracks is like a gold stash shit what I'm sittin' on
Let me get it off
Track breathing rarer than Moncler air in the chalet with a couple hares
You can guess the hue just gather clues in between the snares
Thotties mighty fair but I hardly care to compare
Whether your skin is dark as jade or translucent as most your stares
She's never hear nor there I can't collect her thoughts
She neglects every single advance
I'm working counter intuitive to that foolish stance, fuck it forever lost
Tear the realm to shreds till I'm seeing nothing and driftin' off
Yeah Im distant baby
Rather modest my mouse than have yo ass try to play me
I'm to open through waitin' and through smokin'
Shit is to potent
Life loathes me loving life
So i sabotage myself with the stealth of a blaring fife
Five knifes thrown with might hear em' cutting throughout the night slightly
Just enough to hear when you get snuffed why you sight seeing
You ain't worthy of rawer love and uncensored feelings
I am not human I am a light beign
Lineage straight from the stars and moon have yo sky bleeding
Who you think was in charge of this amber sunset
I'm done checking in when I'm winnin' then gotta reset
Was it ever worth it? Brother I highly doubt it
But thats what happens when operating with mind clouded
I broke my own rules paid the price then i doubled that
Reinvested my blessings exclude our troubled past
Actively live how intended from the beginning
Prior to bad decisions
Damn my lack of precision
But all is well that ends well said the shit once before
But every time I hit the floor I just feel like saying it more
I mind my own business
So business is really good
Trying to buy a cul de sac
Own the whole neighborhood
We just looking for instructions no one's told us what we should do
So do you
And fuck em' all
Thats the realest truth
Lone soul at the port cohort ragged I'm tappin' in
Remember when kin used to brag about that Klonopin
I was steady thinking bout dipping' in sixth gear pinned
I need excursions to validate what y'all hated on
Waiting for the awakening then I'm shitting on
All these tracks is like a gold stash shit what I'm sittin' on
Let me get it off
Track breathing rarer than Moncler air in the chalet with a couple hares
You can guess the hue just gather clues in between the snares
Thotties mighty fair but I hardly care to compare
Whether your skin is dark as jade or translucent as most your stares
She's never hear nor there I can't collect her thoughts
She neglects every single advance
I'm working counter intuitive to that foolish stance, fuck it forever lost
Tear the realm to shreds till I'm seeing nothing and driftin' off
Yeah Im distant baby
Rather modest my mouse than have yo ass try to play me
I'm to open through waitin' and through smokin'
Shit is to potent
Life loathes me loving life
So i sabotage myself with the stealth of a blaring fife
Five knifes thrown with might hear em' cutting throughout the night slightly
Just enough to hear when you get snuffed why you sight seeing
You ain't worthy of rawer love and uncensored feelings
I am not human I am a light beign
Lineage straight from the stars and moon have yo sky bleeding
Who you think was in charge of this amber sunset
I'm done checking in when I'm winnin' then gotta reset
Was it ever worth it? Brother I highly doubt it
But thats what happens when operating with mind clouded
I broke my own rules paid the price then i doubled that
Reinvested my blessings exclude our troubled past
Actively live how intended from the beginning
Prior to bad decisions
Damn my lack of precision
But all is well that ends well said the shit once before
But every time I hit the floor I just feel like saying it more
I mind my own business
So business is really good
Trying to buy a cul de sac
Own the whole neighborhood
We just looking for instructions no one's told us what we should do
So do you
And fuck em' all
Thats the realest truth
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Writer(s): Brandon Edmondson
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