Barely Alive

I don't really know a lick of your love language
Took a hit from a spliff and it sprung anguish
Don't wanna hit the bottom rung and a bum status
Just a hero unsung and a dumb dayshift
Sit down eat decadently
You better motherfucking bow in the presence of me
Effortlessly I'm a craftsman, maladaptive
But the passion got me ready to eat, uh
Peep the porcelain kid, he divorced the clique
Free endorsements afforded to the fortunate
My fortune split, I'm sordid, really cutting the cord again
It more depends
On which side I woke up on, and no my word ain't bond
A great white, too bright for this small ass pond
And boy all that ganj, no wonder I can't thrive
Barely alive

Barely alive, don't enter there's buried inside
Barely alive, ain't nobody that's carrying mine
Barely alive, don't enter there's buried inside
Barely alive, existence is very contrived

Pythons slither in my safety net
Let me teach you how to graze the edge
I be stuck in a sound booth, and only profound truth
Can divide you from the crabs in this bucket and the ruckus around you
A round trip to hell, sound of the bell never saved me
Need it gravely, 'fore I'm six feet deep don't deprave me
And I'm ready for any hound to chase me
And I'm soon to be hellbound 'cause lately
Don't shit phase me
I could meet the motherfucking ghost of Swayze
Treat 'em like Joe Schmoe, Bo or Grady
Or go coast to coast there's still a stroke of lazy
Sip sour grape, not my finest fucking hour
Looking at depression like a motherfucking tower
Never cower 'cause my cattle would never make it alive
Countdown to 2375

Barely alive, don't enter there's buried inside
Barely alive, ain't nobody that's carrying mine
Barely alive, don't enter there's buried inside
Barely alive, existence is very contrived



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Writer(s): Andre Mangano
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