Grounded

(الألبوم: Written Thursday - 2011)

Got a cup full of ice and I'm 'bout to get free
Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie you're not me
I'm not special but I know about depression
And been making music for ten years
What's your question?
Yes it's stressful but I'm not the esoteric type
Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed
Top ten you can fuck that venn
Never hold my breath iron lunged leviathan
My girl would play bluegrass before my shit
But it's cool cause I don't respect an ass kiss
Whatever comes up must come out
Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style
But I'm feeling his what up to rhymesayers
Black Paisley respects your fucking grind players
And we awkward a little like Lee Dewyze
But those who listen closely can read between the lines

[Chorus:]
Got my drink in my cup so I'm ready for whatever
Gotta put my time in so I'm 'bout to pull the lever
No time like the present and I'm gonna live forever
Tired of being tired, never hear me say never
With a hand to the sky and my head in the clouds
I'm trying to get high never wanna come down
My feet on the ground even though I feel fly
Even after take off I'm at home

I feel like music can be electric
In fact on that I'll bet this
My hurt and pain are second string when playing Byron Leftwich
I make this music for my people who use it
Exactly for the same reason I do, I'm still tryna get through
Like half the population
The same boat rocking waiting
Maryland crabs inside the bucket tryna stop the hating
The pain is thick and dense and that just has me mocking Satan
As if I believed in anything but the ones who made me
And shaped me, got friends and family in my music
And to me they equal God so you keep your funny ruses
I'm amused by all the ignorance displayed in our community
Not really cool to talk about but fuck it that's what true to me
What's new to me?
Not much homeboy
Rode pretty hard last quarter century
Learned a few things forgot a bunch more
Hence why I spit for the memories
No benching me
I'm A team here on out
So go ahead and just clear on out
And you can try to play tough
But you know what you smell like
A little lake heron trout
I'm off of it and back on again
Never read much Kurt Vonnegut
But I should have cause that would have probably
Helped me with my pondering
Like a conduit you find promising
Communicate with no admonishment
Eye to eye you don't need an icon
To tell you that it's time to win

[Chorus]

[Peter Muth:]
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No worries cause the drinks in my cup
And I'm never gonna spill no oh
Got the windows down and the music turned up
Playing some dumb shit but we don't give a fuck
Cause it's got a good beat and we already drunk
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