Big Wild - Love & Anchors lyrics

[Intro: Khary Durgans] Measure of a man Measure of a man isn't centimeters or inches Yeah [Verse 1: Khary Durgans] The measure of a man isn't centimeters or inches The coming up short be the end of my life sentence My life's finnish For every win, you'll probably lose a few You gotta prove, but to who? Is the greatest a rubik's cube? Where will I wind up? Colors all lined up Tryna get my feet straight, caught in a web [?] And my luck is running out though Find a good friend in myself, I live without those Not exactly, but you know the distance you make When the lamest motherf**er in the room is saying you fake Like am I really? You must not seen, I lost it all, can you forgive me? It's no biggie Do you want the small room that I am renting? Do you want to sleep next to your mother crying on the floor because the movers sent the bed Telling you she feels like a failure, on the night before you're evicting My crew [?] wasn't presented by Kanye, or featured 2 chains It was true pain My homie Jason held me down though I should've helped him with his rent, but I was buying clothes Uh, silly efforts from me to feel normal But when you hit rock bottom, use those stones to carve a journal What's love? Can you define it? But when you mention the past I'll be reminded [Chorus: Smithsoneon] Don't let me forget that I fell for you Don't let me forget that I need you here 'Cause when the tides rise high Everybody needs a few anchors by their side Fresh was the heart Fresh was the mind So I sell your soul and I might find [x2] [Verse 2: Khary Durgans] I try to count all my blessings before I count all my problems Deposit them at the bank, but my insecurities robbed them I've seen more colors than the hair of Dennis Rodman Black and white's the only ones we ever seem involved in Living like lost penguins, afraid to fly away Or maybe we don't know how, how far we are astray Ungodly you will be slayed Can't even smell the bouquet When the flowers bloomin' in May 'Cause you let them ruin your day You got me writing, writing love notes I miss you, I miss you I probably should've kissed you when you looked me in my eyes Instead of blaming women for the feelings that we hide We should focus on honey, you'll find more bees at the hive Tryna keep it live when my feelings aren't working If I focused on music like these b**hes that don't deserve me I would have more fans, less plans, and more working A mansion and my dream car before my mid-30s I bought my favorite rapper's CD They call it voting Like f** a president, and f** the present tense f** the irrelevant, f** all these rappers that think that's all that they represent And f** a preacher who thinks that we're only heaven-sent Message in a bottle Text message bravado from a girl ready to swallow Caught up in your existence, I admit it wasn't smart But don't we fall in love with things that commonly break our hearts? [Chorus: Smithsoneon] Don't let me forget that I fell for you Don't let me forget that I need you here 'Cause when the tides rise high Everybody needs a few anchors by their side Fresh was the heart Fresh was the mind So I sell your soul and I might find [x2] Don't let me forget that I fell for you (I love you) And I need you (I need you) When the tides rise high Everybody needs a few anchors, a few anchors [Outro: Khary Durgans] This world is full of love, and this world is full of anchors The things that hold you down, and the things that hold you back The difference between that sea, and simply being on dock Is enough to scratch the skin, even the pressure points a spark Spooky is the way, of the world that never stops Atlas must have resent, not able to touch his co*k So looking at black holes, must be like black hoes to him Attracted to the unknown, am I stoned again? Damn, my mother lost her home So for the summer of 2012, I probably roam The couches are my friends, it's hard to make amends When your life always seems to pay you back before you sin If I'm running, will I catch up? Will it let up? My pain has my soul anchored down on a stretcher Heath Ledger Is it all a joke, and am I better off in a hotel over overdosed on Love, will you be my anchor?