The Ocean Is Big ft. Danny Web & Sage Young Lyrics

Lost in thought I'm peter pan, damn

Life's just a flight where you'll never land

They only want you like uncle sam

To help you dig your own grave, then you pay for the land?

I'm not the same, still I haven't changed

Yeah I finally broke my chain

And Skrt told me I can't

Do shit with this music if I keep with the bullshit

Yeah i love like I'm cupid , Pussy make me act stupid

Now i feel like I'm losing everything in my mind

It's almost July still I can't the find the time

Need to do some spring cleaning

Just to clean up my life

I opened my eyes still i feel like I'm blind

Woah wait stop , BAM! damn

Delusional man with degenerate hands

Stealing all that he can

This is every single dude i went to school with , only true if your not the nuisance

Been the smoothest with no lubricant

I'm doing things that buddha can't

A beautiful man

Living my life, lets go for a ride

I'm letting you drive, stop holding my hand

Drinking on a forty

Gripping on my forty

Girl ya chillin with my shawty

I'm with the homies

Bouta kill another show on the road man

I got visions manifesting

All these investments

I'm so interesting, got so many things on my mind man

Out the question

And still I have no recollection

I'm spitting venom, effervescent technique eclectic,

Inspiration ever present

Instigating with my message, giving lessons with no effort

Shine like diamonds under pressure

Dripped in denim

Sipping several

Posted up out here in denver

303 I'm representing

All these bitches love my essence

Energy on senzu bean, I'm beamed up providing pleasure

Told the shawty please why don't you go get you another beverage

Uh yea

They lookin for the hidden treasure

Gambling without no leverage

Me, I got a different measure to life

I'm taking it to different levels

I'm cut from that cloth, the last mile is the loneliest

Don't think you soft just for showin where your soul is at

Heart chilly, wrist frosty, knowing they'll be quoting this

Breaking down the chronic and I'm rolling up the foliage

I ain't popping pillies but my vocals hit like opiates

I'm cleaning up this beat man you'd a think I brought the soap and shit

I'ma Pass the mic to Skrt and he gone bust the shit wide open yea

Cracked my head same time I was thinking about it so it's over

It's either in a cove or

Almost ran it over

It's just a clover

Then I get a tap on the motherfuckin shoulder

In a coma feels like I been always just counting

Got the credit on the side cause it's not even out yet

Got the t-shirts on the way, bouta send out them

Ain't no gravy on the train but we still up in the mountains

All the red-rock tickets I was missing, I'm scouting

I been dead locked on ya ass cause you doubting

Drop the beat same time I was visiting

South Carolina on my mind

But I kicked that bitch out

I got the spirits on the other side fuck all the credit

I damn near missed the way, I'm still chopping the lettuce

Im on the other side of the shade, it's hot as a bitch

From Florida to SC she been blowing my shit