Sub Lounge

Physically strolling down this mental pathway
I know my words are past great, I wonder what my dad say
But here I am doomed to never find out
Because he couldn't handle this life, he had to climb out
That'll never be my route, born to stay in it
Even if I'm broken and bloody I gotta finish
With my soul diminished, into a tiny iota
Lyricists be warned, the shiny-eyed soldier
Mighty lies told her that her boy would make it back soon
Rarely visits the Earth so he had to get 'em tattooed
The bad news that's delivered by the statues
Saying that the cash rules even if you're black dude
The man's rude, rarely remembers his manners
Or even anything, his past must not matter
Sometimes he hears the chatter, other times he doesn't listen
Too busy wondering if his life's a work of fiction
Fighting addiction, livin' in the pot he pissed in
Look up to the glisten to figure out his mission
Music intuition, only thing that saving 'em
Suave con la lengua, got the ladies craving 'em
Rare like Palladium but only half as precious
Hey all y'all listening you interpret this message
Stay away from stressing, It only makes it worse
Now come chill with us at the lounge we found submersed
Sometimes in a different situation
I wish I could've skipped on life and hit vacation
But for now I'm just here without shit
Writing verses for a bit, but you know what?
Fuck it
Imma sit here and try to play my cards right
But rumbled in a bar and slumbered under the star light
Rumbled in a bar and slumbered under the star light