Drowning

Saint Ripley

Intro:
“The man had a goal, a single one:
To become empty-
Empty of thirst, empty of desire
Empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow
To die away from himself, no longer be self
To find peace with an emptied heart
To be open to miracles in unselfed thinking: that was his goal
When the entire self was transcended and extinct
When every drive and every mania in the heart had fallеn silent
Then the ultimatе was bound to awaken
The innermost essence
Which is no longer ego
The great secret.”

Verse 1:
Woke up, said today’s the day
Made some coffee, hit the shower
Saw the hill that I face resemble Everest
And my downfall wished, well, by many men
My own brother got it out for me!
But for what he can’t explain, ya see…
A couple friends flipped to nemesis
And my lady hella mad at me
Can't foresee well when we’ll tend to it
My cash I overspent the shit
My bank account I over-drafted it
Despite the negatives
I feel confident I’ll hit a lick
Guess I’m looking at the positives
Weighin out the pros and cons
I count the stars down as I venture on
A lite house shone a glimmer distant in the fog
At sea: where the legends born
The current pushed and pulled me
Yet I weather, sail, safely thru the storm

Chorus:
Yet it feels like I’m…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…
Drowning
Post Chorus:
And it feels like I can’t give away anymore
And I feel like I can’t give any more
Give anymore…

Verse 2:
And it feels like I’m drowning, I been down n out
Like Cudi, this’ll be my world, yah, but well for now
I’m keeping one eye open so that I can see straight
Harbor suicidal thoughts tryin’ to keep ‘em at bay
Beyond mildly intrusive, they devour my brain
Insanity’s a-come-a-knocking with a gun in his hand
But therapy costs cash and I’m just too strapped
So I’m holding thoughts back with breath work, I could snap
And return to old vices, I might dip my toe in a little bit
And numb the fact that im all alone again within
This sea full of strangers, for now the bottle answers
The ink message within
I watch it fall from pages…

Chorus:
And it feels like im…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…
Yeah, it feels like I’m…

Post-Chorus:
And it feels like I can’t give away anymore
And it feels like I can’t give anymore

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