Too much water will make you sink But enough is gonna save you I'm tryna get to the bottom of this bottle Like I'm looking for something Hollow people all around I think they're looking for someone Or something to give them love and fill 'em up But I met a couple people and thought Is love still enough? **** it Hate harbors in the heart like an anchor Bad shit is the captain of that ship They're just the sailor Society sucking the substance out of their soul They don't wanna be themselves 'cause they don't know themselves The mold, whatever role, it's how they associate And how they assimilate to the bull shit they tryna penetrate You tell me that you're real but you've been a fake No parental guidance so you looking up to Kimmy Yeah Eating up with the TV shows, you with the dinner plate Ignorance with a side of intellect We try to integrate, welcome to America Home of whatever's in your face Land of the slaves, paralyzed by product Power mixed with precision can be poison if you don't watch it And know when it's time to pause it, stop it Take a breath, this is me talking to myself I'm just flying towards the truth, this is me talking to myself Walk through it

Too much water will make you sink But enough is gonna save you I'm tryna get to the bottom of this bottle Like I'm looking for something Hollow people all around I think they're looking for someone Or something to give them love and fill 'em up But I met a couple people and thought Is love still enough? **** it Hate harbors in the heart like an anchor Bad shit is the captain of that ship They're just the sailor Society sucking the substance out of their soul They don't wanna be themselves 'cause they don't know themselves The mold, whatever role, it's how they associate And how they assimilate to the bull shit they tryna penetrate You tell me that you're real but you've been a fake No parental guidance so you looking up to Kimmy Yeah Eating up with the TV shows, you with the dinner plate Ignorance with a side of intellect We try to integrate, welcome to America Home of whatever's in your face Land of the slaves, paralyzed by product Power mixed with precision can be poison if you don't watch it And know when it's time to pause it, stop it Take a breath, this is me talking to myself I'm just flying towards the truth, this is me talking to myself Walk through it