im sinking to the very bottom i was the one boy now a man that time forgotten davy jones locker deep rotten still half dead still bringing this heat freash from the pan get while its hot its incomming comming in G i feel like i forgot to be asleep behind the wheel on this journey man thats deep shit what a grate nights shift i mean sleep and my borthers and sisters dont talk with your mouthfull like manners at the table anit it please dont have to bury me if i dont drive drunk you see and hear im swimming and drowning in the sea if sharks and snakes thats clear called my mind and my head and every man i see vulture cultures counter products in a fashion line on statement street i dont feel like them im just trying to do me dance and bop to a different kinda beat thats so me thats wanna i do rather not bother with common rabberling of common critiques and i really cant be asked to speak in these mad times and i really cant be asked to snort lines in these mad times and i really cant be asked with drink and chill with comperny dam right in these mad times i just got to hit record go vent get these rhymes out of brain im so spent so intense i dont think il be fixed with a stick fuckimg insense no even weed makes sense right now like how did i not get the cash shit feel like dick and a prick at the same time ouch i just couldn't afford the ounce pal for crying out loud now thats what i call a bad day bro