All Good ft. DJ Matt Perry Lyrics

He wasn't right in his head

Maybe it was all of those lines that he fed

Wishing he had tried to mind what they said

But now they all watch as he dives off the edge

Down there he won't find his cred

Just his final rest where he finally rests

Things ain't what they seem gives your eyes a check

Before blood gets cheaper than the price of sweat

Living nights without stress is a mighty flex

Sell me a dream and I might invest

If time is money get to sign the checks

Life is a story better write the text

Get more live than a dying breath

Be so competitive you fight success

He never grew up and denied regrets

Then saved himself to ignite the rest

Shit, feels like I'm getting old

Best stuff my husk in a pigeon hole

Nowadays flows ain't as drinkable

So I spit my soul as a liquid gold

Over beats as a picture till it sticks and holds

I probably should have tried to fill a mold

And taken a couple less rips from bowls

Took a breath of fresh air and skipped some stones

Words are more dangerous than sticks and stones

Some thoughts are only there to limit growth

Home ain't a place on this spinning globe

And the loss of a heart leaves the biggest hole

You want smoke go trip on coals

Brag to someone else about the shit you sold

The poor mans aura is lit and glows

If you don't know then you should get to know

It might help be less miserable

To let go of success and the physical

Realities a flood so build a boat

Fill it to the brim where it barely floats

Wall yourself in with garrisoned moats

Find comfort in the thought that they ware and erode

Why do we have to have a clue

We should immerse myself in the vast and blue

It always comes back to what and why?

So many unnecessary structures designed

I see right through them with sunken eyes

That hold a reflection of ruptured skies

I spoke too much now my tongue is tied

Tightly Around my neck till my lungs are dry

I hear doors break to the other side

Some things are wrong, nothing is right

I still got love for the streets

These puddles are the guts of the beast

Fuck the police, I came from the drugs and diseased

Walking those miles washed dust from my feet

Rather rock a smile, than shrug in defeat

Or turn my back to the scum and the freaks

Pick up the pieces till you're one with the peace

And learn when to run cuz them buzzards can eat

I've seen them beaks tear flesh from the bone

Till we see what makes them getting exposed

More that I learn the less that I know

Go try to build it up till the pressure blows

The strongest rocks are bound to crack

Rolling downstream till they're ground to glass

Pop a bottle pour it down the hatch

Don't worry about it I'll be bouncing back