LORD LOONEY - Sunken Jewels lyrics

[Verse 1: ThugDub] Way down past the plastic beach Strapped with two gats, fast past the hatch I reach C'mon, 20,000 leagues under the sea If you ain't come for money, you ain't coming with me She told me dive deep and get her greatest treasure Sunken Jewels, lil' mama got me drunk as a fool, it's my pleasure Budweiser; all the none wiser and there ain't none fresher My submersible don't crack under no pressure And of course it's cool for you to measure The depths that I plunge Attacked it like a kraken, water filling the depths of my lungs I'll be on it 'til my d**h is done Return to Mama Ocean her most special of sons [Bridge] I'm telling you man You gotta feed Mama Ocean Gotta feed her... A man once told me [Verse 2: LORD LOONEY] Stop lunging for your sunken j**els Spelunking in your monkey suits You proved you ain't suitable for music, it's truth That's why it usually stings, I got your crew in a sling This f**ing booth is like a fuse, and I keep chucking them things Them little sticks with the red tips I'm fed up with less sh** Yet I question every second like a session with Hicks Should be counting all my blessings Instead I'm counting on my pessimism Records spinning, shouting out my message like its despotism Rest in prison, right? Then brag about it over beats Leaving out the bitter demons bagging on your dreams Seems reality's been deemed a f*ggot's way to relive All the stress that's been dragging rapper's down to their feet All the honesty is masked with booze, cess, and gats This economy is latching on who's left in the match Flagging down the captain of this ludicrous rap I find it's usually a ba*tard in a suit with a plaque And all them captivating voices that you hear on The Voice, went And sold their f**ing souls on their first performance Kids, pick up the stones, throw 'em at these f**ing labels Pillage through the f**ing showroom throw 'em suits through the f**ing tables Show ‘em how stable this nation made up the youth And how soon this same place will saved by the same few Who haven't stooped down to your beliefs and rules You'll leaving like you came in, crying and seeking a clue [Bridge] [Outro] You hear that? That's the sound of 18 hundred hungry motherf**ers coming for your door Sleep tight