Message in a Flask

Um... Um um... Got damn... Woah... Woah Got the flask in the back of my pocket Bloodline never gone stop it, lets change the topic Oh can I cop it, searching for a bottle Young nigga drunk, thirsting for a model, on full throttle Just like my Unck, found stranded on the curb Hard lesson never learned, still thirst, what came first Was it the fool, or the reason that he dumb Head heard, arms feeling kinda numb, I came from Drunk deacons and big cousins who stayed buzzing Throat flooded, she big butted and stay blunted Who can resist, temptation as she kissed Drunk lips, I'm adrift, I'm lost in a gray mist Play this, well after the transplant Well after the drunk rant, well after the decant When you pour it out, and I'm thrust into the ground Still holding the damn brown, too proud to back down Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more Um, hard to face facts Um, hard to trace back Um, hard to move forward Um, hard to move shore-ward Um, still looking for dry land, been drinking and vibing Been slipping and sliding, on the surface Inside, a young nigga hurting Sipping on E and J while I'm peeking through the curtain And I'm certain, that I'm inserting all of these thoughts And steady looking across, to accost my distraught thoughts To your ears, flooded out by my peers So I made this L-P, in the hopes I would appear On your timeline, the fine line of spoiled milk and fine wine Maybe I waited too late to claim my time, but see its all fine The bloodline was intertwined in my rhymes To underline the messages you still find When moonshine combine with the baseline I speak a story, of the low class, now quarried Liquor store on the corner, cheap vice in a hurry Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more Got the flask in the back of my pocket uh Bloodline ain't never gone stop it uh Thirst quench ain't never gone come for sure Cause a young nigga be wanting more I be wanting more... I be wanting more... And I don't even know...