Letra de 'Buckets' de The Knowmads

I do this for my mother for letting me sing
Nothing to lose is the deadliest thing
So I ain’t going to stop till I get me a ring
From bottom to top, peasant to king
And it ain't just you
We all got demons but still have to chose
Whether to feed them
I don’t know no snooze or tylenol pm
So whether the booth or packed coliseums
This is the truth fuck what you believe in
I’m living proof of music with meaning
Surpassing my master, this student achieving
Then I’m writing all day at the school in the evening
What takes yall a month I do in a weekend
And a homie I handed this 9 mill
Cause he said he need it
For when things get heated
Like if they don’t pull it shit I will
Being pulled apart by that cold heart
Sipping anti-freeze till his mind ill
He a real man so he cried
Still with that gun in hand
As his eyes filled
So I said chill
Gotta slow down
You don't know the problems this cash bring
This is what they mean when asking why good people do bad things
Then right then my phone rings
It’s trizy, with more bad news
More jamison, more funerals
More sad songs, more tattoos
God damn dude
Who is it now
So many gone
I’m losin count
Never understood how we carry on
I guess we just learned how to do without

Cause yall look amazed
Didn't what your boy can do
Buckets in the paint
They're go ape off a point or two
Now we’re on our way
I can't stay or enjoy the view
Fuck trying to be saved
They get paid trying to poison you

Caught me offguard with that bullshit
Divided hate got me full of venom
Donald trump need his wig pulled
Know a lot of people who’d put a bullet in him
Meanwhile in the same city
Weak minds couldn’t change with me
I’m reminded they keep us blinded
By that old money government designing
Old girl talking silver linings
Life is tough kid lighten up
President flirting with genocide
Get deported if you ain't white enough
Cops killing kids for no reason
Same reason I got no sleep
Fuck bois on that feel good
Doing cocaine by the oz
White powder on the ipad
Say this shits lit cause there are hoes here
Lost souls like mannequins
Turning up like we don’t care
Lota folks that I can’t deal with
Held you down but you wasn’t real
Bright future sound unfamiliar
Makes you strong if it doesn’t kill you
Uhh truthfully I can not feel you at all
Lately we’ve been feeling like killing them all
Tellinmy family I’ve been feeling too much
I ain’t done xanax in 26 months
Off of the drugs make it harder to dream
All for the love play no part in the scheme
I am the one to invest in my soul
Leaving my flesh so the message is told

Cause yall look amazed
An at what your boy can do
Buckets in the paint
They're gonna wipe off a point or two
Now we’re on our way
I can stay you’ll enjoy the view
Fuck trying to be saved
They get paid trying to poison you