Pico 45 - Southern Piano lyrics

[Verse 1: Crocker] Withdrawn one mo, but I can't figure out What the hell it's gonna take to bring me out Seems deep south, do you see me now No...No... Don't believe me now.... Everything it took, all the doubters So I stepped up, put money where mouth was Watched everybody and come leave, took and run from me Bill Withers'd up and took the sun from me Smiled and made a lunge for me Took my love and put a gun on me Cooked my goose, called it done for me Stuck with these traits that dime define me Headfirst in with the noose of timing Matter fact, just tie me Naw, no joke, I ain't lying See that light and you can feel it dying Lost in the bar count, wired and tiring Tired of admiring Exhaust inspiring Live conspiring You fly, I'm flying You sigh, I'm signing You in line, I'm realigning Call time for timing Now smile, we dining [Hook:Crocker] You feel that? It creeps in… Your skin, in it's seeping' You're lost or you're leaving' You're wheeling' or weeping' I breathe in the feeling It lifts me to ceilings Exchanges with demons For fiendish completeness [Verse 2: Crocker] Never grew up, had no instructions Found this here, and said, then f** it Now without it, can't f**ing function Now without it, I'm f**ing nothing Money like strippers, can't f**ing touch it So I get on here and say f** the public And I f**ing love it Love it so much, I'd f**ing f** it Like without me here, who f**ing does it? …Like I f**ing does it Make their lips move like a f**ing Muppet Now that's f**ing something They gums just bumpin', still I stand next to them, then I'm next to nothing My tongue get a run and I fund conundrums Come to far to let go, before these bars echo Before I let d**h know, be damned if my steps slow My ethic is hectic, I spit indigestion That rips through intestines, and bleeds out your septum [Verse 3: Crocker] Talk sh** like my rectum, get down like depression Bars born out of flexin' & naive obsession It is what it is, tragically funny Pockets full of lint, but I'm magically money Either dark as the night or manically sunny Blasphemous trying to be pious or something Like maybe one day, I'ma up the ante Then you'll look up and you'll understand me Back from the gavel and the urge to damn me Pat me on the back, maybe call me family Maybe it'll happen, maybe I'll strike rich 'Till then I'ma push, skinny broad and dyke fist Uncle Luke I'm a sick f**....everybody they tense up Why...can't they understand That I risked it all for this, there's not a back-up plan Pissed away the future just to do what I can You talk of who you are, son I act as I am Let it ride.....if it falls Mother f** a regret now/ Occupy thrones.... Tell the king he can step down Bold...I feel I'm the best now (Whoo!) Got it off of my chest now Now I'ma stop chasing my breath now Last rhyme before I put you to bed now