Caprio - Drowning

I've been wasted as the time I've been paying
Sedated, like a caged animal tried escaping
Tranquilized and naked, talking shit like my diaper need changing
But my mind ain't changing, my mind medicated
Old Navy jeans faded, washed away the better days when
Getting fucked up and depression were unrelated
Used to feel like Goliath, now I feel like David
Underrated, Over dedicated
Closet got full, there's skeletons in my basement
Bitch cheated on me, I ain't even got to say this
3 way train ticket like she frequents the station
That bitch still had the nerve, to blame it
On me, like it was my fault she lied about who's place she was staying
Homie, like what the fuck got me saying
Let a hoe be a hoe
Dumb bitch left me, like where do I go
I know my cup empty, hope I find a way home
Floating around, just follow the confetti
The yellow brick road
Music loud as the weed that I'm smelling
Almost home, thinking what if I die in my 20's
Just hit the dope, don't be a pussy watch the world while it's ending
And just

Die in that trap
Fucking bitch hate me imma
Die in the trap
Family might hate it imma
Die in that trap
At least half my fam hate me imma
Die in that trap
Fucking friends probably hate me imma
Die in that trap
Just us and the ladies trying to
Die in that trap

Wave riding checks on a Gram
Damn, I thought we fucked with the fam
Damn, guess we all keep it the same
Never quit till you up in the frame
Drowning out your family name
Been wondering about my life, what's it worth
What's the price
Is it worth it when I hold it tight
Lost in it like a prize fight
Out looking for a life light
Looking deep every night
Light up a blunt just to feel right
Can't see what confines, on what defines
What keeps me on the sidelines
Can't read between the lines
Up front, this just a couple stunts
Waterfront drinking till it all comes up
All I know is contraband
Yeah, cause my conscious bad
Keep a bottle with that bag
Drop bars misunderstood
Fleetwood yelling what's good
Fucked up through Hollywood
Falsehood, this shit is all good
Roll my pants up for the flood
We drowning out in the hood
Amid lies of childhood
Within trying to cope, gin and some dope
Has-been lost all hope
Relive shit back down the slope
I look in the mirror like where did I go
I think I been dreaming
Load a pinch of this weed, try to wake up at home
Shit the whole world falling apart
What am I doing
Drowning myself to the beat of a drum
What are you doing
Spit to it or march to it
I'm trying to sip to it and spark to it
Before the reaper put a stop to it
Cause he always puts a stop to it

Die in that trap
Fucking bitch hate me imma
Die in the trap
Family might hate it imma
Die in that trap
At least half my fam hate me imma
Die in that trap
Fucking friends probably hate me imma
Die in that trap
Just us and the ladies trying to
Die in that trap

Over working, coping with family problems
They be baby sipping drama like a bottle, family business
Alcoholic trippin, I'm a hypocrite
Still baby sitting like toddlers
So I sit longer and I ponder it, attracted to toxins
Weigh 'em out like do I wanna vomit of just philosophical
Like I bet Bill Cosby's prescription bill preposterous
Pudding pill popping
Even the kids pill swallowing
Barely even cognitive, thinking they'll be running for offices
Only be running their mouth, talkative
Arguing, no prerogative
While the old white dude being the curtain
Like we forgot 'em
Like the future looks a little too ominous
I might as well end up next to Phillip Seymour's coffin
Shit the whole world apart
What am I doing
Drowning myself to the beat of a drum
What are you doing
Man, spit to it or march to it
I'm trying to sip to it and spark to it
Searching for a feeling trying to beat the fucking reaper to it
And just

Die in that trap
Fucking bitch hate me imma
Die in the trap
Family might hate it imma
Die in that trap
At least half my fam hate me imma
Die in that trap
Fucking friends probably hate me imma
Die in that trap
Just us and the ladies trying to
Die in that trap

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

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