No purpose flour skates on technicalities

Imma move mountains, swim through rivelets of rain And wash away the oceans, all the seas of pain That are hiding behind the demons fighting Belied by the pain in my weary eyes and tired mind I'm so sick of fake ties, clip-ons shorter than the fame From a record song, and just enough to keep me going Pretend strong as I execute an exit to another wrong Rip another bong just to get along with the shallow Gun smoke extended clip toting, brag boasting New clothing, materials, wealth gloating Neck frozen, apostles of apostasy When fuck, I could use just one person proud of me It's the choices, the ropes hoisting at my own hand And if I don't stop, imma be up underground Thinking about this, taking a shot Drinking it all the way down Purple bags of crown till I'm deaf to death And any sentiments, turning it all into sediments irrevocable reverence for all things irrelevant in all rooms with all shades shapes and sizes of elephants Excedrin medicine, betterin’ settling the consequences Of just tick tock con fettering my life away in a cage Made of smoke lines, haze and shots to chase The face away in the mirror Pretend my dealer is my medicine man and my healer Anything to prevent a conversation with myself I know needs to get realer But I've got another, got another dozen Hear me out, cousin See, I don’t wanna quit the druggin' Even though it doesn’t help me function But imma skip past that assumption Something, anything to keep me at the wheel Key bumping and mixed drink, something till I'm slumping Passed out, outclassed by the very ground On which I've found myself on in every state and town Never up, just always feeling down In perpetual cycle because of the things that I picked up and just Can't seem put down