gumbo Lyrics

You ever stop and take the time

Think about what's been on your fucking mind

Like love

And style

Or the anxiety that spreads a fucking mile

Or the closet yeah that's got some piles

Of skeletons their teeth can even smile

All the heavy loads

Oh I needa do the laundry

but this phone and that controller keep on calling out to me

They're so distracting tryna ride this ultra light beam

As the darkness that's inside just keeps inviting

Need enlightening picking feathers

The air I'm riding and not abiding

By any fucking rules they're writing

I've been stuck inside a rut

I think I need my nikes

Tryna do it with movement as I'm current fighting

And yeah that's frightening

As treading without a paddle

Or dreading the end of battle

for what really fucking matters

Is a matter of survival

But grab a fucking rifle and go pray for your revival

Spray upon some prey and hope that you aren't what you after

After all I've been a mess

Confession manifests

And destiny approaches let me quit the second guessing

I learn my lessons I reap what I sew

This is the last lap a race for the gold

I learn my lessons I reap what I sew

This is the last lap a race for the gold

You gotta try to be wanna be the motherfucking goat

All it takes is everything grind until your bones

How would you know the end of whether sinking or the float?

Regardless man you still drive the boat

So gotta try to be wanna be the motherfucking goat

All it takes is everything grind until your bones

How would you know the end of whether sinking or the float?

Regardless man you still drive the boat

Manufactured crap impacting what's in the fax some

Rice and okra that's mixing within the gumbo

It's been missin meat

I kick my feet up one by one

The son of sun they icarus

Anytime it's featuring lou

A young dude from the 5 6 deuce

In a city where they'll break a cup to fill up they juice

Kind of askew

Been sipping this whiskey is feeling smooth

Might pop me a little molly

Chase it down with some brew

Another afternoon passes Pause

Gotta ask if I've been acting like myself

chasing wealth and getting some ass

Or is that past me?

Living fast die and miss my family

Next statistic miss me with going after a plan b cus

Now a days

I been thinking about all the ways

I could formulate a new wave

Without sinking into a grave

Drown end up fried and cajun

Or break up outta the cage

The number next to eleven

A gauge I gotta face to escape

All the chains constructing another prison

Screen time is rising production reducing living

stage takes attention and curtains all keep it hidden but

I just try to be happy with how I get it

You gotta try to be wanna be the motherfucking goat

All it takes is everything grind until your bones

How would you know the end of whether sinking or the float?

Regardless man you still drive the boat

So gotta try to be wanna be the motherfucking goat

All it takes is everything grind until your bones

How would you know the end of whether sinking or the float?

Regardless man you still drive the boat

Well it's hell if I know

Well it's hell if I know

Will I sink or I float y'all

Well it's hell if I know

Well it's hell if I know

Will I sink or I float y'all