Caprio - Lotus

Right about now I see why call it a bad trip
I think I could have just done acid
Shitty vacation I didn't even plan this
Bad fever burning up in my cabin
Need a breather and a reason to bury the hatchet
Blood on my hands, but I still need a bandage
Caught red handed
The old adage like
My old ways ain't gon' die of old age
Imma need an assassin, assess the damage
Don't patch it
I guess I just won't speak in past tense
Cause that tension manifested in the present
Fucking gift horse should've been a blessing
Second guessed it, judgement was against it
Wrong questions, no answers
They say God subtracts what he's added
Need vs. Want, fuck the semantics
Guess what, coping's been replaced with a habit
If the smoke is organic
Than nothing fucking matters
If I forget what happens, sore legs running right past it
A vortex, my thoughts overlapping
A bright future might've been dampened
Son in case I lose this battle I was drafted
I brought a master-piece I was hoping to brandish
Thought I had to speak before I lose my balance
Any minute my mind might go static
Any minute a line might flatten
I ask Jaco if they listen when we rapping
He told me they probably don't care what really happens

Reach for my bootstraps, but the leather's weak
Sing for the cool cats, I'm the Jester King
Good liquor, bring the rest of it please
Good weed, I want the best of it please
Bad trip, I wanna see the end of it please
Wash, rinse, repeat
That's how I'm gonna end the week
Just trying to drown boy, I ain't need the seven seas

I just tell myself the keep rapping
We can make this shit really happen
But I think what if it flatten
Hard to believe, I can keep stabbing
I could load this clip to my brain and take it
Then I don't have to worry about saving shit
I can't even take the fake faces I been making
The more I feel like it's been breaking
I'm just standing in an empty room shaking
Just another piece of shit GTA wasted
Building up but I feel I'm breaking
Like who the fuck you faking
My Lord have we forsaken
You watching your people keep scraping
Or is this a sick game you playing
Maybe I fell anticipating
Just watching the world while it's rotating
Never changing
Waiting for the end and I'm contemplating
Got my heart racing
Fuck it, I'm blazing
Cause it's got me feeling amazing
Waving at death while I'm lacing
Just living in the craving and some hell I'm raising
Before the appraising leave them hussies fading
Sailing through liquor like I'm training
Attaining inner peace but what am I obtaining
I'll let you know when I'm done aiming
And they done framing, nurse this bottle call it self taming
Drowning myself out till the maiming
Cause there's nobody left claiming
And fuck it, I'm tired of blaming

Reach for my bootstraps, but the leather's weak
Sing for the cool cats, I'm the Jester King
Good liquor, bring the rest of it please
Good weed, I want the best of it please
Bad trip, I wanna see the end of it please
Wash, rinse, repeat
That's how I'm gonna end the week
Just trying to drown boy, I ain't need the seven seas

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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