Floating Out Lyrics

Where we going now

Don't know where to steer this boat but we're floating out

They know me as the goat

I gotta hold my doubt

It's over for these micro doses

Know I'm loud

Y'all a dime a dozen

You were really lit but your rhyming wasn't

Pull up on me like "fam" boy I'm not your cousin

You are just a fan boy cause I been buzzin'

Stop the fussin'

I'm fucking up the percussion

A ruckus under construction

Done with your under production

Your luck is somewhere but duckin'

And somewhat under abundant

I'm numb to the stuff you're bumpin'

That junk belongs in the dump

Where we going now

Don't know where to steer this boat but we're floating out

They know me as the goat

I gotta hold my doubt

It's over for these micro doses

Know I'm loud

Gimme an inch and imma take a hundred kilometers and SKRRRT

Life is a bitch and imma get it on wit her and burst

I been a bit invisible to all the commoners

When I'm feeling miserable I twist up all my herbs

Hit the microphone and turn the hurt into these words

And if Michael don't he'll surely burn into the dirt

And I really don't think turning thirty is a curse

Ill enjoy the journey from the birthing to the hearse

Imma turn it up and just keep murdering these verses

All your rhymes are nursery, I'm surgical as wordsmith

If I were to bury thee you'll surely not resurface

It does not occur to me to be courteous, you're nervous

Do yourself a service and be aware of your purpose

I'm not sure if what I'm looking at is not a circus

The sheer amount of clowns around here is a bit concernin'