The Essence - Fliptrix

I gotta pardon you, what

Tryna say life is a path to a box

Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock

Regardless it spins dance or plot

Try heal the pain like Arnica does

But when that don’t, yeah, hard liquor does

I said hard liquor does

They say that the come down’s part of the buzz

It’s self destructive at the heart of the rush

We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump

Over hurdles with us and I’ve found that person

I’m certain its love, I ain’t gonna stay searching

Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut

How can I do that?

Brain would erupt

Gotta live life till my frame won’t budge

How can I look down when I gotta aim up?

Like jet planes heading into space from a crust

Face of the man in the seat stays fearless

Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness

Do this for life, no mistake I’m serious

Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us

Creeping nearly, rearing near to us

Breaths on my neck feel sheer mysterious

Here’s turned weird they can feel the eeriness

Sound of the voiceless

I dream they’re hearing us, I dream they’re here with an open ear for us

Downed like vodka, things ain’t as clear as it

Yet I’m watching fearless, life’s mysterious

Holding tight to the wheel, that’s steering it

Ain’t nuttin' like me, ain’t nuttin' like you

Cause everybody’s different, gotta stay clued to the instincts

We could all die in an instant, won’t live life as a prisoner

Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone

That’s wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends

Burning the candle at both ends drifting

So I’m pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in

Missing the days when we were just kids and

Man its all so far from this

What happened to fun without drugs

And how come everyone fucks but don’t love

And why man’s gotta be acting unjust

When they ain’t nothing more than a man that just fronts

Got the flows robust

When I open it up cold blood thrown up

On the road froze up no luck got stuck

So what I’m cut like blunts with the punk

No trust that’s us clutch rough to the stuff

That makes us fucked see facts face up

In the rat race bruv, bust traps trace back

To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground

Whilst trying to build up