Knoyze - Doug Tree O

I am here for a reason
Sky light beaming
I knew I had to grow
Just to master his words
Yeah, I fell into pieces
Picked myself up
Man, I came out decent
Started back at infant. What is this?
A image,A instance, pretense vision
I gotta speak on
Should’ve let bygones be
But couldn’t sit long
I gotta get over me, I’m on a mission
This ain’t quick fix n****
I needed liquor to settle
The pressure built in the room
I’m all hiccups
Slipped up, said a few things
I can’t discuss
The mixture guided my tongue
And made a twister
The listener told me
I needed therapy ASAP
“Man, get that weight off your back
You’re like a diamond with rough sides Playing a jack
Recast your lifeline, reel it back”
The real is back. Yeah
I tryna hook a whole new noise to Appreciate
Alleviate the weight in my hands
But not deviate
From the bigger topic at hand
Had to mediate arguments
I heard from a parent
Who couldn’t keep it straight
Life crooked, ain’t it?
I turned out the same way
Let me translate it
The trauma building I endured
Left my eyes raining
We at odds on a even plan field
Waiting for apologies
Pacing on concrete I gotta be
The bigger man who suffers internally
Who is he? That might be me
I can’t wait to see him
Tell him to turn cheek
Hear what I learned
On my journeys
Never turn away from the family
Enemies stampede
Stomping on your will to a thin sheet
Next time you stand on two feet
Don’t aim for the jaw
Speak your mind it don’t make you weak/we-
To my Ex ima catch you on the flip (flip)
The blood don’t drip, I’m sealed at the lips(shh)
I know none cents not different than a call (brr)
A free ring tell you that I got on the log
Pound it (HaHa, what the?)
I was well out of bounds
From how that sounded
Too many lines hidden
Need realignments
I knew the assignments
How could I get in line
If you think of me as spineless (get 'em)
Look at the timex ticking
I’m still alive ain’t it? (ain't it?)
What you prescribed I stop using
The side effects hurting my damn chest (chest)
At least my head wet (splash)
We made a mess on that bedspread
Never thought it be equivalent
To the day of dead. No tears shed (you petty)
And get back to our daily bread
Fish and eggs, retwisting my dreads
Getting out of my head
Can’t be peeing in bed
How does Flo say it?