Big Ships

Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat

Hands up high for the ones who knew

I'll get by for the ones I know

With a drink up high for the ones

I know

And I'm standing tall

The lights shine bright as stars,

And I'm feeling like I might be one

So tonight it's on

The drunk mind pens the poem,

And the poem feels just like home

Li live blogging from the spot with some thoughts of granger

Puffing something strong enough to cure most cancer

Shouts to world peace, and the shit we yearn for

Sometimes I worry that we only hurry to earn more

Sometimes I worry that we only hurry to hustle

Forgetting why we love, and all this beautiful struggle

Shouts to talib and the poets with

Backpack graduate to ray

Bans, chains, and snap-backs

Long as we backtrack, people can process

Smoking that good life

Look at that progress

Two tone rebel, I can never say enough

We fight the status quo when the status quo sucks

So I'm balling in my own right

Fighting that good fight

Think I got a chance now

Think I got my shit right

Throwing knives in the air and hitting suckers

I be finding angles on these chickens like chuck is

Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat

Hands up high for the ones who knew

I'll get by for the ones I know

With a drink up high for the ones

I know

And I'm standing tall

The lights shine bright as stars,

And I'm feeling like I might be one

So tonight it's on

The drunk mind pens the poem,

And the poem feels just like home

I got a story to hell, my anxiety's high

So pass that dutch 'till the feeling subsides

Need illiteral high, need audible dope

Those critical times I make audible smoke

Let the audience go, let the lights get turned off

Like I'm too grown for this shit like murtaugh

Lethal weapon hecklers be fretting and oh dog

Like I ain't even sure what side to butter the toast on

Robots can't drink, robots can't smoke

And I ain't fixing anything that ain't been broke

Two tokes is healthy, in my lungs is hope

One syllable lives, one syllable croaks

And I probably killed it on my on my tartan-clad shit

Lighting up trees with the green eyed bandit

Spit a couple bars for a large advance

Harlem shake with these shakers 'till the cars is fast

And I'm gone

Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat

Hands up high for the ones who knew

I'll get by for the ones I know

With a drink up high for the ones

I know

And I'm standing tall

The lights shine bright as stars,

And I'm feeling like I might be one

So tonight it's on

The drunk mind pens the poem,

And the poem feels just like home

(Do it big like wallace

If you don't know the name keep quiet

We going to do the mother-fucking knowledge

Keep that shit modest

Wonder where the bread's like holler

Even when the bread's on notta)

Gotta pay those tolls

So I be riding clean at the most

Five man I'll be giving the post

Never seen a gift horse looking back at his mouth

Gift of grab, so he might as well toast and let ir marinate

I don't assume too soon, I let it marinate

It's like an olsen twin, it's like mary kate

It's like an olsen twin who likes mary jane

Even if we stumble, still bubbles just like perrier

Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat

Hands up high for the ones who knew

I'll get by for the ones I know

With a drink up high for the ones

I know

And I'm standing tall

The lights shine bright as stars,

And I'm feeling like I might be one

So tonight it's on

The drunk mind pens the poem,

And the poem feels just like home