IG: echoakazo

feelin like I'm at the bottom of the ocean

fuck it

insane monkey brain
cocaine fast lane
stay strange never change
fuck the world end of days
low bass yo face
o face smoke haze
get gas go cray Hank hill propane

no lame shit go ape shit
won't change when I'm famous
my place is spade aces
my beats split the pavement
got the kind of mind that makes a brain bleed the same speed
as coke in the nineteen eighties
lethal weapon possession intellects my profession

don't give a fuck bout my bad luck
used to be a bitch but now bitches sit on my chin like I was a thanos truck
up the anti pull down ya panties
happy Halloween I'm here to eatchya candy

now is the time to exhibit my masculinity innit
reckon is jump in this bitch and kick a fuckin hole up in it
think rich get rich 
ya might bitch
my past ditch effort ever
intoxicated go getter
give me that never pleasant effervescent ether

slow motion no notion of showing emotion
lit match at the bottom of the ocean

slow motion no notion of showing emotion
lit match at the bottom of the ocean

slow motion no notion of showing emotion
lit match at the bottom of the ocean

slow motion no notion of showing emotion
lit match at the bottom of the ocean

Bottom of the Ocean

Echo - Bottom of the Ocean

ya

i've been acting distracted. but keep the real shit packed in.
keep a mask in the back of my head where you can't hack in.
here's a key so you can see what's been happenin 
best be strappin' in we're tappin' in. your skull just might be getting cracked in

cut in half, crushed glass. my body is burned to ash. chop me up into pieces and set me free at last.
no where to go to but this pen and this paper. trapped in the snow of sorrow. my home doubles as my echo chamber.

grinding my bones to dust
in the vain of lust
of what's to come if i work hard
success is a must 
otherwise it's been for nothin.
spit in my coffin and shut it
i gave it my all 
and all the world could do was shun it  
 
i'm screaming for help while i'm trapped inside a wall. wondering when the roof'll fall.. long forgotten like a dropped call. 
maggots in my wrist stumps.
roaches on my rash bumps 
razor lodged in my intestine
death sounds refreshin

*chorus*

but there's got to be more to life
than just this
corporate machinery can't be the only thing that exists
i get pissed cause i miss being a little kid without sin stayin optimistic through thick and thin

i run a blade cross my throat smooth like marmalade down that whole bottle of pills and say fuck it. this is my last day
so please don't text or call.
please don't write on my facebook wall. nothing else to see here the circus has moved along

but
just incase i wake up in another hospital bed i think i'll think of something to bring my demons to an end or better yet, use. them to. my advantage
i'll bandage
my wounds, man up and wrap up what i just can't stitch

and move along. pass the bong hit the buddha gong
back in the saddle i straddle. my dad'll have to rest in my shadow
i've only ever had people show me what not to be. now im showing everyone what i fucking set out to be