Cryptive - FLOATING IN THE VOID
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{VERSE}
See I’m lost again, need a lot of wins
Need a lot of drink, need a lot of gin
Lost in space I’m needing oxygen
The tanks low
They bleeding all of it I’m trapped though
I don’t need a lot to live I’m feeding all of it
Into the fire where’s the fan though?
Cause people following them feeble common trends
Have me wonder why I’m even bothering
Being honest cause i mean it all with this
Beating on my chest, speaking on this shit!
Damn bro
They getting it twisted
A message is drifting, man they never did listen
Let em witness this pens gift if they grip it when I kick it
I'm from an evolutionary timeline of artists that never existed
It isn’t here, I lived it in a vision
But you missed it, catch it flickering
For a blink then, in an instance, It disappears
Got me shifting gears and I’m feeling weird
Do not interfere, if I feel depressed it’s not insincere
Know that I’ll make it
Create scripts where the pain sits
Yeah I’m makeshift with the maintenance
And the patch-ups, trusting my soul
And I blindfold when the paint drips
Picking my brain everyday cause
Mine cold every line gold or
Refined so it’s created
Iron those wrinkles in the pages
Ain’t no closet but you’ll find ghosts
Fossilised bones in the limestone
It hasn’t led to a break yet
But any day this could cave in
They say they greatest to make it
With no change or refrain in they statement
With the pain dole, I might change this
Give em sense when I rock they shit
Foundations collapse
What they expect they made it on sand
Made it of glass throwing stones at the same time
But amazed at the cracks
Just an old soul in a new shell
Feeling too real when i spill but
I just feel young cause I quill dumb
Flows hitting harder than a steel drum
Never feel them, then you all fake
Never feel dumb, when you spot snakes
Watch they words for the switch-up
They molt though they do not change
They shift your perception with the crossfade
They see you buzzing but it’s all hate
Speaking blunt enough to cause pain
But they keep you drunk because it’s all games
In they arcade but I’m not playing
So many ups and downs
They feed you uppers downers
To keep you stuck around em
Yeah they block aid
I’ll get this shit the fucking long way
{OUTRO}
Stuck in space and it’s ice-cold
Drifting slow losing my hope
Floating in the void of space
Till i fade or make it my home
Or make it my tomb
I pray to find you
Floating in the void of space, feeling pain
While i’m painting these haikus
Stuck in space and it’s ice-cold
Drifting slow losing my hope
Floating in the void of space
Till i fade or make it my home
Or make it my tomb
I pray to find you
Floating in the void of space, feeling pain
While i’m painting these haikus
{VERSE}
See I’m lost again, need a lot of wins
Need a lot of drink, need a lot of gin
Lost in space I’m needing oxygen
The tanks low
They bleeding all of it I’m trapped though
I don’t need a lot to live I’m feeding all of it
Into the fire where’s the fan though?
Cause people following them feeble common trends
Have me wonder why I’m even bothering
Being honest cause i mean it all with this
Beating on my chest, speaking on this shit!
Damn bro
They getting it twisted
A message is drifting, man they never did listen
Let em witness this pens gift if they grip it when I kick it
I'm from an evolutionary timeline of artists that never existed
It isn’t here, I lived it in a vision
But you missed it, catch it flickering
For a blink then, in an instance, It disappears
Got me shifting gears and I’m feeling weird
Do not interfere, if I feel depressed it’s not insincere
Know that I’ll make it
Create scripts where the pain sits
Yeah I’m makeshift with the maintenance
And the patch-ups, trusting my soul
And I blindfold when the paint drips
Picking my brain everyday cause
Mine cold every line gold or
Refined so it’s created
Iron those wrinkles in the pages
Ain’t no closet but you’ll find ghosts
Fossilised bones in the limestone
It hasn’t led to a break yet
But any day this could cave in
They say they greatest to make it
With no change or refrain in they statement
With the pain dole, I might change this
Give em sense when I rock they shit
Foundations collapse
What they expect they made it on sand
Made it of glass throwing stones at the same time
But amazed at the cracks
Just an old soul in a new shell
Feeling too real when i spill but
I just feel young cause I quill dumb
Flows hitting harder than a steel drum
Never feel them, then you all fake
Never feel dumb, when you spot snakes
Watch they words for the switch-up
They molt though they do not change
They shift your perception with the crossfade
They see you buzzing but it’s all hate
Speaking blunt enough to cause pain
But they keep you drunk because it’s all games
In they arcade but I’m not playing
So many ups and downs
They feed you uppers downers
To keep you stuck around em
Yeah they block aid
I’ll get this shit the fucking long way
{OUTRO}
Stuck in space and it’s ice-cold
Drifting slow losing my hope
Floating in the void of space
Till i fade or make it my home
Or make it my tomb
I pray to find you
Floating in the void of space, feeling pain
While i’m painting these haikus
Stuck in space and it’s ice-cold
Drifting slow losing my hope
Floating in the void of space
Till i fade or make it my home
Or make it my tomb
I pray to find you
Floating in the void of space, feeling pain
While i’m painting these haikus
