open waters

[Part I] 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 I'm fillin' up my capillaries with lagging Molasses My love break the back of what I wrap up in my last, so I did my cup and in my blood it's coming back old 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 I'm fillin' up my capillaries with lagging Molasses My love break the back of what I wrap up in my last, so (Last, so) I did my cup and in my blood it's coming back old (Back old) Though they won't budge, I feel in love with my lil' shadows Dwellin' in the shallows Sun risin' in the East, I know you got me by my feet Know they'll probably preach about the company I keep If you don't wanna kill me but the last one up to leave And that's just how it be, I need you Broken bruise, found myself in a [?] well To clean my soul, wash my truth [?] his legs Days go by and I try and give myself away But [?] is only half a temptation [Part II] 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 [?] I know I never call enough, I promise it was all for them Far from home, there's often gills before I caught the [?] swim Tryna find how far I get, it's nausea when I crossed the limit I just want it all to empty, I just wanna ball into the darkness Of this smallness city like when we was always children They want that old MAVI back and I just want the old MAVI back Stealing glimpses through a pole set through glass Boasting just to sell them clothes on it How I stop from nose-divin'? I ain't have no role models jack Lost the most in this whole sky with that I know it not servin' as apology I owe to my dad I be sorry too often, I argue too often, it's me Only sorry so often 'cause I was too charmin' to leave Flawed belief, I carve a leaf in stone When it's storm for me, then it won't be as lonely Washing in the sea, I'm only leaving bones All that I will see, I dig a deeper hole [Outro] 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