LiRooT - Ethereal

〈intro: liroot〉
Engorging on my strife
Take a bite out of life
A slice of humble pie, 3.2 cus i'm
Rounding up my days
In theory we're ethereal
Floating on our separate ways
I feel it for really tho
Engorging on my strife
Take a bite out of life
A slice of humble pie, 3.2 cus i'm
Rounding up my days
In theory we're ethereal
Floating on our separate ways
I feel it for really tho

〈verse 1: liroot〉
Head up in the clouds i don't wanna be grounded
Down to earth i'm bound to thirst, memories of hurt abound i'm
Haunted like the curse that started out in '95
Or is it a blessing
I don't know
Feel like i lost my mind
I'm sandwiched between cash ruling everything
Around me and broken dreams in this cold world i scream
I'm a nuisance, my rope tied with dollar bills
If the noose fits, success ain't pay the bills, i will

My will to survive
My head up in the clouds
I gotta reign it in

〈verse 2: lennin ledesma〉
I felt anger all of a sudden
I knew the feeling was coming
It's like i woke up with something
I told my baby it's nothing - it's something
Wish it wasn't, if sleep wasn't the cousin of death
Then i'd be getting some rest, instead of wasting my breath
Blaming this mental disease and getting closer to death
I put my mind at ease when i be smoking the best
They say that life is a test
And i've been cheating myself
And i be needing some help
I need to do this myself
But i be fighting these demons
I'm so afraid of the worse
I'm so afraid that it hurts
I'm tryna break up the curse
I found a way to converse with myself by writing these verses
I should probably pace myself cus nothing is certain
But nothing's been working and i'm afraid to lose it all
I've been searching for purpose and it's just been to close to call
The world is so big, i be feeling so small but
Everytime i fall i come back and stand tall
Yeah, whatcha got for 'em liroot

〈verse 3: liroot〉
I'm humbled by the news every single fucking day
We're just another story ink dripping off the page
Extra, extra read all about it
The next three entries, can't even believe you'd allow it
Death upon murder upon brother upon self
Meth usage, border martyrs, no one comes upon help
Betchu never pictured an obituary pitching your situation
Of ending up in a ditch - well
I wanna take some extra vacation time
Life's a trip i don't wanna fall before my prime i'm
Arrogant, but i cherish every moment and second
Like dr. manhattan i'm trapped in the present i
See my future and past and it's oddly pleasant
With somber segments i know it won't last will i
Regret it
Overthinking every event
Or should i just get used to it
Get to it then