Graves (feat. Happy)
I think I've seen this in a dream, it's just a figment of my thoughts
I came across another meaning, but I'm feeling pretty lost
Most the time, I see the signs but still can't open up my mind
It's like I'm hoping that I find the time to realign my life
And leave these demons behind
Just trying to find me some peace
With no luck, another night with no sleep
How the fuck I'm supposed to make it to the end of the week
I just remember to breathe like in, out
You'd think I'd figure it out, I'm sick of living with doubts
I miss the cigarette smoke that was dripping out of my mouth
I'd get high as the clouds till I was pale as a ghost
Life is a joke, I guess the jester inspired
Like I'm trying to stay woke but these meds make me tired
Down to the wire, think I'm in Hell when I'm stressing
Seen the doorway to heaven, I try to peek through the keyhole
Just let my thoughts wander like the wind when them trees blow
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
Yeah, I'm not perfect, I'm somewhat of a fuck up
But I keep on busting ass, the sun's up, so I shut up
I'm on my Seinfeld shit, my life a show about nothing
That's why they're laughing at my blunders
Makes me wonder why they think that I'm bluffing
I swear I'm on to something, the real ones they can tell
I be the angel that fell, the devil selling me nothing
That 808 kick start my heart till my soul it be bumping
I got 'em moving with the grooves that I'm busting
All I need's a bucket, two sticks, and a Baby Dan riff
Nah, fuck it, Happy rock the beatbox
It probably sound a little something like this
Like Stoney Ciz, flowing like a bowl full of fish
Yeah, my rhymes get deeper than the darkest abyss
Like the stars that you're wishing on and start to reminisce upon
These bars, cause they're hard as some bricks
Space case like I'm Mars in this bitch
Like Elon when he sparked up that spliff
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
I came across another meaning, but I'm feeling pretty lost
Most the time, I see the signs but still can't open up my mind
It's like I'm hoping that I find the time to realign my life
And leave these demons behind
Just trying to find me some peace
With no luck, another night with no sleep
How the fuck I'm supposed to make it to the end of the week
I just remember to breathe like in, out
You'd think I'd figure it out, I'm sick of living with doubts
I miss the cigarette smoke that was dripping out of my mouth
I'd get high as the clouds till I was pale as a ghost
Life is a joke, I guess the jester inspired
Like I'm trying to stay woke but these meds make me tired
Down to the wire, think I'm in Hell when I'm stressing
Seen the doorway to heaven, I try to peek through the keyhole
Just let my thoughts wander like the wind when them trees blow
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
Yeah, I'm not perfect, I'm somewhat of a fuck up
But I keep on busting ass, the sun's up, so I shut up
I'm on my Seinfeld shit, my life a show about nothing
That's why they're laughing at my blunders
Makes me wonder why they think that I'm bluffing
I swear I'm on to something, the real ones they can tell
I be the angel that fell, the devil selling me nothing
That 808 kick start my heart till my soul it be bumping
I got 'em moving with the grooves that I'm busting
All I need's a bucket, two sticks, and a Baby Dan riff
Nah, fuck it, Happy rock the beatbox
It probably sound a little something like this
Like Stoney Ciz, flowing like a bowl full of fish
Yeah, my rhymes get deeper than the darkest abyss
Like the stars that you're wishing on and start to reminisce upon
These bars, cause they're hard as some bricks
Space case like I'm Mars in this bitch
Like Elon when he sparked up that spliff
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
Waste another day with so many plans made
Clock keeps ticking and the shit change
Rugs pulled out from underneath, planted feet like
Tripping over slanted concrete, slanted concrete
Where you gonna hide when the sky breaks?
How you gonna run when the ground shakes
Who you gonna be when your world caves?
Who you gonna save when you're marking the graves
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Mullins
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