Oh girl, this boat is sinking,
There's no sea left for me,
And how the sky gets heavy
when you are underneath it
Oh I want to sail away from here
And God
He came down down down down down down down down
And sailed
Nothing

He rolled up asked him what he was sippin' on
Said lean, you wanna hit it dawg?
That's the same stuff Weezy sippin' huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard
Yep yep he had 5 up on
when he passed him that styrofoam
The easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip sittin' in the Lincoln
thinking he was pimpin' as he listened to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
not the kind of hit from the kick [bad word] Hot box let the base bump
Take it to face, gulp
Months later the use went up
and every blunt was [bad word] by the pink stuff
But [bad word] he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid to fix and [bad word] with a cost
Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin'
Trying to escape the skin that barley fit him
Gone, get another bottle just get a couple swallows headed towards the bottom
couldn't get off it
Didn't even think he had a problem
Though he couldn't sleep without getting nauseous
Room spinnin'
Thinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough [bad word] His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair
clutching that cup
Girlfriend came and a couple of hours later said his name
shook him, but he never got up

Never got up, never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us
It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us
Nah, it won't be us

Oh girl this boat is sinking,
There's no sea left for me,
And how the sky gets heavy
when you are underneath it
Oh I want to sail away from here
And God
came down down down down down down down down
And sailed
Nothing

And he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects we have on these kids
Blunt passed
ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin' about some [bad word] they haven't lived
Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box to climb record sales
Follow the formula
violence, [bad word] and  sells
So we try to sound like someone else
This is not Californication
There's no way to glorify this pavement [bad word]  percocet, and an eighth day will leave you broke, depressed and emotionally vacant

Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It's not conducive to be creative
And I know cause he's my favorite
And I know cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the [bad word] that I try after I listen to dedication
But he's an alien
I sip that [bad word] pass out or play playstation
Months later I'm in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And [bad word] me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parents basement
I've seen my peoples dreams die
I see what they can be denied
And "weeds not a [bad word]  that's denial
Groundhog day life repeat each time
I've seen oxycontin take 3 lives
I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes
I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin' and lyin'
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin' and takin' anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed no where
only motivation for what the dealer's supplyin' [bad word]  that [bad word]  that dope
Those pills, that [bad word]  that roach
Thinkin' I would never do that
Not that [bad word] Growin' up nobody ever does
Until your stuck lookin' in the mirror
like I can't believe what I've [bad word] Swore I