Float Lyrics - Bogart

Float 

Float 

I hit the beat and then I float 

Float 

Float 

I hit the beat and then I float 

Float over the beat 

Smoke coating my throat 

These bitches have got me tripping 

Nobody showed me the ropes 

No one told me to speak 

Chosen to hold these beats in my hand 

Let poetry creep from the coldest of weeks 

Folding in two, affected by the hoes and deceit 

What happened to rap, man? This sound like coasting to me 

Middle finger to the chosen elite, I leak the fire shit 

Conscience, ain't no sign of it, iris blind from the finer things 

High-rises, crutches in capsules I crush like vitamins 

Fussing, fuck it, I'll buy it then 

Wrestle with decisions like gripping a damn leviathan 

Easy to die trying and I am in, 

New cities, affected by my environments 

I line 'em up like we eyeing witnesses 

Yeah, I know the status quo and all, but I am resisting it 

Lost my innocence young, there was no Christ in my christening 

Only ice, couple blunts, and a jacuzzi to rip 'em in 

Thoughts I gather privately, my studio whisperings 

I've been cleaning my soul again, using Lucy and Listerine 

Women, still bewitch 'em with the voodoo of missing me 

And life's still a peculiar mystery, who could fuck with me 

Floatin' 

Who could fuck with me floating? 

Who could fuck with me floating? 

Who could fuck with me floating? 

Who could fuck with me floating 

Who could fuck with me? 

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Floatin' shit, I got golden wrists 

I write only hits 

If you aim at kings, don't you miss, no 

You gon' have to riddle me with bullets like a zombie 

End up with a little me, I'm not so good with condoms 

According to my boy, I'd write more potent in a Honda 

Something bout the Benzo got me slowing down the phonics 

Maybe it's the silver finish 

Flossing just enough to thrill the dentist, I got ill incentives 

But my life creating distance from the pen, it's 

Hard to sit and write about it, shit is overwhelming 

I hold dominion, I don't got millions, but I meant it 

When I said I'm courting rap without a lyric co-defendant 

Genius annotations over every single sentence 

Plate of fresh ceviche, and the vino come from Venice 

Plus a pre-roll from the doctor got me lit for Armageddon 

These are a few, of my favorite things, I like to float 

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