Floatin'

I'm a high holy ghost, holy smokes

Look at me folks all I do is fuckin' float

Take another toke, never gonna croak

I use that smoke as my invisible cloak

As I awoke I loaded my nine, glock cocked back in time

As quick as I rhyme you're down on the ground never to be found

No sound mothafucka, you're gone mothafucka

Lungs collapsed, never relapse, because I'm never addicted

Just love the addiction, love the sedation

This dirty got me rappin' wordy shit

As I transmit through this mist caused by this eclipse

Quick as I spit through my lip split that clit with my money clip

Can't figure out if I can't stop this silly shit

Flip my whip quick with yo bitch suckin' on my dick

I'm fire on this track, I'm melting all this wax

Inhale smoke into my lungs until they fuckin' turn black

 

I'm a holy ghost, don't what I'm going through

Don't what I'm going through

Running through all of these options with you

How the fuck was I suppose to know it was gonna hurt me too

 

Too much dirty in that styrofoam, too numb

Take me home, cause girl I don't even know where this is gonna go

I thought I was spitting quick, turn around and blaow

Dead on arrival, too much dirty in that styro

I'm goin' down a dark road, holy shit I don't even know

Like I said before, I love the addiction, love the sedation

So baby please take a vacation, if you can't take this

I might be a bit too twisted for you, too twisted to make you choose

Between a life of livin' large and a simple skip to the loo

But girl what can I do, it just comes with the package

I'm a savage with this rap shit, eatin' up all these faggots

And spittin' them right back out, hot knife smoke in my mouth

I love those hash bricks, to me they look average, to you they are massive

It must be hard to be grasping everything I'm imagining

But this is the life I want to lead so please, let me, create a path for these fuckas

All these mothafuckas that ain't never had no motha

Or no brotha or no father, don't matter

Cause I'll lead a path for every mothafucka, dip my weed in sweet batter

I'm up to the plate, home run in my vision

And as I aim with precision, girl that's my decision

 

I'm a holy ghost, don't what I'm going through

Don't what I'm going through

Running through all of these options with you

How the fuck was I suppose to know it was gonna hurt me too