Christopher Portugal - Empty Bottles of Water lyrics

[Intro] Double K Alright, hot light… destiny's crib? Hahaha… aw, sh**, man… check it… peep this out… [Verse 1] Double K Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the gra** Staring through the gla** filled with time Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago Couldn't even peep my own flows Sometimes thats how it goes Don't even catch myself when I'm wandering 'round the Badlands Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand You probably think I'm bugging when I say that I'm the president And all these other dudes are hesitant I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings Your way or that way out there, I'm right there Purple hills and purple pills are for people who probably Never permanently tried to get live, you lied Pre-paid hip-hop taking over the two jeep But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows A very good listener, we rap back-to-back And rat-pack shorties is always telling a story They too busy watching Glory and Belly Wishing for a celly with the flip-down talk switch, just to pop sh** But this group I came with, we on some rock 'n' roll sh** Psychadelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast Answers in the form of a My brother, don't ask Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't I grab ahold and let go 'cause it's all for show And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound With the same frown as Mike T with the pro sound And the know-how, I think I go now and wonder how That bottle that looked full was really empty [Verse 2] Thes One We got forty bottles of water empty up on the wall Spinning around like an R&B singer under a waterfall Releasing the souls trapped inside, neglected record Translating to rap, capped loop to five The second to sequence the frequencies with ease Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze With the sound of the whispering leaves in an endless forest Where lives are won and lost beneath every tree Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance And catch an overnight flight to France to water the plants I travel to a beach where each and every wave Sounds like an Ultimate Breaks and Beats And the streets are paved with slip mats Sitting in cafés with hip cats in cantinas in Lima Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life where I'm at Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two And sit up on the porch and drink a cold brew Watching the sunset as it moves through the haze We can melt into the music of Los Angeles daze The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing I'll probably see you there and won't… Letting my mind zone, touching you in your own home Transglobal like Mobil or a corporate affair To the dome; peace, split home pieced The parental release slip is signed I rhyme while I field trip