Lion's Mouth

[Hook - Sims] Today I woke up late Same place, inner space Tied a rope around my waist Style, grace Float away, float away I was hopin' I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes? Last night I stayed up late Trynna trace inner space Finding something in the bass I was hopin' I won't float away, float away I was hopin' I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes? [Sims] A strange addiction flipping in a stranger fiction But I couldn't love it if there wasn't danger in it All along I've been drawn to what's tied to the tracks Always fell for a woman being sawn in half By the way always late, by a minute, by a day In my vision all these shapes Something hidden in the bass, inner space Though I can't define the physics of how I'm drawn away Or how vicious I engage I've been the first to squeeze the hammer when it's fight or Bounce You said that I would do anything for the right amount I shrugged it off and stuck my head inside the lion's mouth You pried it out and told me that is not what pride's about You were right though, I can't help that I feel lied to Like a Fukushima Geiger-count By the sound by the ounce By the tooth biting down By the land i'm climbing out By the way, I was--ay By the way, I was--ay [Hook - Sims] Today I woke up late Same place, inner space Tied a rope around my waist Style, grace Float away, float away I was hopin' I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes? Last night I stayed up late Trynna trace inner space Finding something in the bass I was hopin' I won't float away, float away I was hopin' I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes? [P.O.S] Yeah I am my own beast of burden, my achin' back Climbing every Everest, every winding track I never seen a straight line And I take pride in my skate by And I make mine and it works fine enough Can't fly on these homemade wings, though So I lace them boots and I face that truth I'm a goner, I'm a goner And I'll spend these last couple few with a flask and a view No hands, wait, no grip is far more accurate Get down, stay down after it My corpse will be immaculate Yeah I wanted open, wandered hopeless Squandered so much time Somehow the sundial been stuck I must've lost my mind Trustin' the potion, harmful notion, if we're bein' true But my hand goes through the door when I knock So what's a ghost to do? My spit would hit your lips if I could make the words exist Instead abandon ship 'cause tight ones sink 'em too, it's sick Backing out of my codes, fightin', I won't go Gimme some of what you got Gimme lots and lots and then more [Hook - Sims] Today I woke up late Same place, inner space Tied a rope around my waist Style, grace Float away, float away I was hopin' I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes? Last night I stayed up late Trynna trace inner space Finding something in the bass I was hoping I won't float away, float away I was hoping I won't float away, float away But do you know the stakes?