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?