open waters

Lyrics for open waters

Still, waters run deep, pill grinder, psilocybin on the beach Just tryna cleanse my mind of what I seen, I need a baptism Uh, uh, yeah Still, waters run deep, pill grinder, psilocybin on the beach Just tryna cleanse my mind of what I seen, I need a baptism But really, I ain't been that different Burnt marijuana when I'm reachin' for my past feelings Echoing back here and you just like the last nigga Stompin' the gas pedal, well-aware the path veerin' I don't think failure scare me as much as my talent While fillin' up my capillaries with lagging Molasses My love break the back of what I wrap up in my lasso I dip my cup into my blood; it's coming back gold Though they won't budge, I feel in love with my lil' shackles Dwellin' in the shallows Still, waters run deep, pill grinder, psilocybin on the beach Just tryna cleanse my mind of what I seen, I need a baptism But really, I ain't been that different Burnt marijuana when I'm reachin' for my past feelings Echoing back here and you just like the last nigga Stompin' the gas pedal, well-aware the path veerin' I don't think failure scare me as much as my talent While fillin' up my capillaries with lagging Molasses My love break the back of what I wrap up in my lasso (Lasso) I dip my cup into my blood; it's coming back gold (Back gold) Though they won't budge, I feel in love with my lil' shadows Dwellin' in the shallows (Shallows) Sun risin' in the East, I know you guide me by my feet Know they'll probably preach about the company I keep If you the one to kill me but the last one left to bleed And that's just how it be; I need you Broken, bruised, found myself in a wishing well To clean my soul, wash my truth through a sinner's lips Kissed goodbye, and tried to give myself away But scared is only half a temptation Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah God forbid a nick betwixt my ribs I don't know how to fix My house is where my bed is and my skeletons and traumas live For my kin, I'll be a pillar for a pall to lift I know I never call enough; I promise it was all for them Far from home, dissolving gills before I crawled or hopped, I'd swim Tryna find how far I get; it's nausea when I cross the limit I just want it all to empty, I just wanna ball into the darkness Of this smallness in me, like when we was all was children They want that old MAVI back, and I just wanted Omavi back Stealing glimpses through a post or through glass Boasting, just a soul clothes on it How I stop from nose-divin'? I ain't have no role models, jack Lost the most in this whole skyward act A knowing nod servin' as apology I owe to my dad I be sorry too often; I argue too often; it's me Only saw you so often 'cause I was too charmin' to leave Flawed belief, I carve relief in stone When it's gone from me, then it won't be as lonely Washing in the sea, I'm only leaving bones All that I've received, I dig a deeper hole Creating art out of suffering is a haunting, if not a futile endeavor Deep down, we must know we can't be saved by columns on a canvas or words on a page We must know we are chasing a sun that will never set, yet we are unable to stop We write and we sing and we draw And every momentary reprive From the gaping mar of despair we attribute to our creativity The truth is, art can't save the world Art can only make the world look at itself With that being said, let's talk about MAVI