Flood Doors

For worse and less better
I'll get better with these words
I got a new flow
And opened my flood doors
So as the body hits the floor
And the bass joins at that
I'm getting high off life
And that's a fucking fact

People are scary you don't know what they want
The plot is big bigger than the personal thoughts
The mind is a cage that looks like a door
But this shit is a maze cause you're stuck
Good lord
But who the fuck gives
Imma be the shy guy
But I'll open up my mind
For the people that pry
Cause I let them walk in
As I stand still
The flood doors are open
Now lets get real

For worse and less better
I'll get better with these words
The flood doors are open
And so are my shores
So as the body settles
And the jaws hit the floor
I'm getting high off life
No need to say more

Inky pinky ponkey
Daddy was a donkey
But the donkey died bitch
So stop crying ya honky
People die, so what?
This life of mine's fucked up
But the mistakes make me who I am today
I'm still fucked up
I'm damaged goods
But am I good?
I guess I'm damaged bads
That sounds kinda sad
But whatever floats my boat
Cause it's my life not yours
Only I can shed my tears
So just kick it and listen
If not from love then from fear

For worse and less better
These words'll get better
These words'll get better
These words'll get better
For worse and less better
These words'll get better
These words'll get better
For worse and less better
These words'll get better
Or else