Blow Out
Boy I'm bout to blow the mother fucking lid
Pressure cooking
Looking round, for some insight
Light headed, nights dreaded
For my head to hit the pillow
Flights headed to the ocean
Fighting with the motion
Always coasting, cause I got closeness
With my demons
Life used to feel so seem-less
Still tripping, keeping to my business
Making due, seeing through
Smudged lenses
Made appointments for Lasik
Hard bringing self back to the basics
Always driven by fear
Need to clear out my system
Been fishing
Waiting on the biggest catch
What I'm pulling up
Tree branches
Got me Frantic
Landed in the water
Cement shoes get me grounded
Till I'm frowning
Oxygen tanks keep, draining out the bank
Swear I'm living an aquarium
With no one staring in
Shit floating to the top
Got me basking in my filth
Turning my back to everything I built
Went on to grabbing me some stilts
Head in the clouds
Barely see the ground
Called it a fix
Fixing on imperfections
Yes sir, classic misdirection
Least I can see, outside the walls
But i'm free to fall
Back to the maze
Crazed
Running low on rations, crashing
Getting pretty hard to eat
Stomach doing flips
Like patties on the grill
Can't sit still
Cause the heat is on
Feeling burnt out
Sun hitting, on my steering wheel
Or my window sill
Usually only time I get to see it still
Gotta put in, some more will
Still picking at the locks
Jack in the box
On the edge of a breakthrough
Sitting on the edge
Seeing what the hell fait will do
Always feeling late
True
Delayed reactions, got me feeling hateful
Overloaded with the crash logs
And the trash blogs
Forums all got the formula, to keep me in a fog
Keep me in a fog
Hey
Bout to blow a fuse
Can ya hear the pop
Bout to blow my top
Bout to blow some trees
Till my brain stop
Bout to blow some cash
Till I hit the spot
The pressure is on
And it don't stop
The pressure is on
And it don't stop, yeah
Hey
Bout to blow a fuse
Can ya hear the pop
Bout to blow my top
Bout to blow some trees
Till my brain stop
Bout to blow some cash
Till I hit the spot
The pressure is on
And it don't stop
The pressure is on
And it don't stop, yeah
Pressure cooking
Looking round, for some insight
Light headed, nights dreaded
For my head to hit the pillow
Flights headed to the ocean
Fighting with the motion
Always coasting, cause I got closeness
With my demons
Life used to feel so seem-less
Still tripping, keeping to my business
Making due, seeing through
Smudged lenses
Made appointments for Lasik
Hard bringing self back to the basics
Always driven by fear
Need to clear out my system
Been fishing
Waiting on the biggest catch
What I'm pulling up
Tree branches
Got me Frantic
Landed in the water
Cement shoes get me grounded
Till I'm frowning
Oxygen tanks keep, draining out the bank
Swear I'm living an aquarium
With no one staring in
Shit floating to the top
Got me basking in my filth
Turning my back to everything I built
Went on to grabbing me some stilts
Head in the clouds
Barely see the ground
Called it a fix
Fixing on imperfections
Yes sir, classic misdirection
Least I can see, outside the walls
But i'm free to fall
Back to the maze
Crazed
Running low on rations, crashing
Getting pretty hard to eat
Stomach doing flips
Like patties on the grill
Can't sit still
Cause the heat is on
Feeling burnt out
Sun hitting, on my steering wheel
Or my window sill
Usually only time I get to see it still
Gotta put in, some more will
Still picking at the locks
Jack in the box
On the edge of a breakthrough
Sitting on the edge
Seeing what the hell fait will do
Always feeling late
True
Delayed reactions, got me feeling hateful
Overloaded with the crash logs
And the trash blogs
Forums all got the formula, to keep me in a fog
Keep me in a fog
Hey
Bout to blow a fuse
Can ya hear the pop
Bout to blow my top
Bout to blow some trees
Till my brain stop
Bout to blow some cash
Till I hit the spot
The pressure is on
And it don't stop
The pressure is on
And it don't stop, yeah
Hey
Bout to blow a fuse
Can ya hear the pop
Bout to blow my top
Bout to blow some trees
Till my brain stop
Bout to blow some cash
Till I hit the spot
The pressure is on
And it don't stop
The pressure is on
And it don't stop, yeah
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Writer(s): Brandon Surette
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