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Liquid Confidence

Nah I'm just odd as shit

Feeling awkward

And I really can't be arsed with this

I'm too scared of rejection

Just let me drink

I think

I want to tell her everything

Afraid if she heard man

She'd probably desert man

I probably deserve that

But I'm more concerned that

If I'd never heard back

I feel that would hurt man

I fear being burned man

And that's why I drink

Because I think too much

Bottom of my cup

It's just never enough

Last drop to sup

Until I get drunk I'll be feeling fucked

I've been feeling fucked

I just want to feel

Nothing at all

Saw an angel in the corner

And I started to crawl

Woke up with a stranger

And I stared at the wall

In a place I ain't ever been

Face I ain't ever seen

Hearts empty as the bottles that I necked last night

My chest feels tight

Her breasts in sight

I think I might

I think I might

Sink

Or Die

Pull me out tomorrow if I float to the top

I'm drowning in my sorrows and I can't stop

Pull me out tomorrow if I float to the top

I'm drowning in my sorrows and I can't stop

Fill me up with more until there's nothing left

Go on

Fill the cup and lets just go again

Some say

To win them races

Man you keep it slow and steady

But they know I'm ready

When I drop a flow

That the bars gonna be heavy

See my attitude be fuck a crew

That's why I ain't rolling with many

But me and Pete still roll tight

Like Carl rollin with Lenny

Look

Deadweight

Numero Uno

And I might be the one like Headie

Where there's wisdom in this brain

And there's fire in this belly

Look there's bound to be days like this man

That's what they said to me

And shit ain't always as it seems man

But ain't no one said it's meant to be

I am bowing to no King

So it heresy on my legacy

These cans of stout and stardog

And thats the fuckin recipe

See we been sippin plenty bourbon man

And burning herbal up

The thought process be similar to that of a murder plot

You tend to listen less the more you learn to watch

Its broken bottles

Blue baggies by the burger spot

I've been spinning on this burning rock

Just waiting for the world to stop

Who the hell said these rappers sick man

Because I heard your not

You can salt the earth

And burn the crop

Ain't shit for free round here

You need to earn the lot

Look I tell them eff the limelight

Catch me in them shady spots

We been know to keep it raw

Just like an eight of rock

Before its weighed and chopped

Sprayed and copped

Who'd have thought they would have flourished man

The way they was raised to rot

The zombies march in unison

On the way to cop

They just wait and watch

Like surveillance ops

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