Journaling ft. Swats Lyrics

I float, I know you won't think too deep about this shit

Cause it don't really matter

Think too deep like the mad man

Ends up with all your eggs splattered

And the pages of your brain won't matter

If you got no notes left around to gather

So you keep on floatin', grab a paddle

Even if you drown, don't lose the battle, yeah

Say you got a tale to tell

That's a tad tall, that's a bad call

Say farewell and cut the trash talk

Playin' prayers on walls and you flyin' off walls

And leave all the green of the earth

The trees and the dirt, the bees and the birds always sing

That's your cheese and a hearse, gotta blessing not a curse

Don't matter who mentors, it always rings

The bell that is, built to live for eternity

It's not like we have a choice

When you get judged, the reaper turn around and he's on the verge

I'm just gettin' started

In the playoffs, it's the moment

In a standoff with a holster

Blast it off, put me on a poster

Bitch, I just started

Celebrate your life, breathe in the gutter

Wrap around my neck, tuck it real tight

Celebrate your side A's

At the ocean crash, I'm the dead dragon to the night

I don't know what's up with me

Maybe you can see

Does it all matter

Why am I free

Is this a dream

Watch reality, stick with me

How you gon' die if you never lived

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

How you gon' try if you never did

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Way too many compliments

I know, I got

Way too many ornaments

I know, my God

When is it all gonna stop

When is it all gonna drop

When is it all gonna

Pop, pop, pop

Riding around in a

Drop, top, top

I cannot make this shit up, up, up

Butcher the beat Imma

Chop, chop, chop

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got this shit in the belly yeah

You keep it quiet librarian

Talk about flow, I'm Aquarium

And I got different variants

And I got different variants

Yeah, they know that Imma go there

And I'm cold like I'm born in Minnesota

And I'm gold like I'm pony

Yeah, I'm goated, get around with a 40

And it's loaded, they need more, give them more then

In the morning, get them all in the morgue

I ain't mourning, I don't know what he knows

But he ain't going to the court to the police

That's a promise

Bitch, I'm a dog, like a terrier huh

If she be coming my way, then you know that I'm fucking it up

Bitch, I'm a