Deep Sea

All these kicks be hittin' harder than abusive dad's

Exclusive hags I wouldn't even fuck if things were lookin bad

All these kicks be hittin' harder when I stand

Legs in cramps, the panic ran, I'm hiding, because I can

Brain tissue lookin' fried, I'm a nine out of ten if you ask how I've been

Even though to the rim, my garbage bin is filled with complaints

Got some dates, that I've missed, I'm truly sorry, but I can't remember shit

All the cold ass mist, lungs have pooled with water

Boutta sink, on the brink of going under and I think that this is it

Ain't no climbing out when you're this sick

Emotions got me going in on any beat that fuckin' rips