Message In A Flask by Cassius Thomson Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got the flask in the back of my pocket
Bloodline never gone stop it. Let’s change the topic
Oh, can I cop it? Searching for the bottle
Young nigga drunk, thirsting for a model on full throttle
Just like my Unc found stranded in the curb
Hard lesson never heard, still thirst. What came first?
Was it the fool or the reason that he dumb?
Head hurt, arms feeling kinda numb. I came from
Drunks deacons and big cousins who stayed buzzing
Throat flooded, she big butted and stay blunted
Who can resist temptation as she kiss?
Drunk lips, I’m adrift, I’m lost in a gray mist. Play this
Well after the transplant. Well after the drunk rant
Well after the decant, when you pour it out
And I’m thrust into the ground, still holding the damn brown
Too proud to back down
[Chorus]
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
[Verse 2]
Uh, hard to face facts. Uh, hard to trace back
Uh, hard to move forward. Uh, hard to move shore-ward
Uh, still looking for dry land. Been drinking and vibing
Been slipping and sliding on the surface
Inside, a young nigga hurting
Sipping on E & J while I’m peeking through the curtain and I’m certain That I’m inserting all of these thoughts and steady looking across
To accost my distraught thoughts to ya ears
Flooded out by my peers. So I made this EP
In the hopes I would appear on ya timeline
The fine line of spoiled milk and fine wine
Maybe I waited too late to claim my time
But see it’s all fine. The bloodline was intertwined in my rhymes
To underline the messages you still find
When moonshine combine with the baseline
I speak a story of the low class now quarried
Liquor store on the corner, cheap vice in a hurry
[Chorus]
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
[Outro]
I be wanting mo'
I be wanting mo'
And I don't even know
Got the flask in the back of my pocket
Bloodline never gone stop it. Let’s change the topic
Oh, can I cop it? Searching for the bottle
Young nigga drunk, thirsting for a model on full throttle
Just like my Unc found stranded in the curb
Hard lesson never heard, still thirst. What came first?
Was it the fool or the reason that he dumb?
Head hurt, arms feeling kinda numb. I came from
Drunks deacons and big cousins who stayed buzzing
Throat flooded, she big butted and stay blunted
Who can resist temptation as she kiss?
Drunk lips, I’m adrift, I’m lost in a gray mist. Play this
Well after the transplant. Well after the drunk rant
Well after the decant, when you pour it out
And I’m thrust into the ground, still holding the damn brown
Too proud to back down
[Chorus]
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
[Verse 2]
Uh, hard to face facts. Uh, hard to trace back
Uh, hard to move forward. Uh, hard to move shore-ward
Uh, still looking for dry land. Been drinking and vibing
Been slipping and sliding on the surface
Inside, a young nigga hurting
Sipping on E & J while I’m peeking through the curtain and I’m certain That I’m inserting all of these thoughts and steady looking across
To accost my distraught thoughts to ya ears
Flooded out by my peers. So I made this EP
In the hopes I would appear on ya timeline
The fine line of spoiled milk and fine wine
Maybe I waited too late to claim my time
But see it’s all fine. The bloodline was intertwined in my rhymes
To underline the messages you still find
When moonshine combine with the baseline
I speak a story of the low class now quarried
Liquor store on the corner, cheap vice in a hurry
[Chorus]
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
Got the flask in the back of my pocket huh
Bloodline ain’t never gonna stop it huh
Thirst quench ain’t never go come for sho’
Cause a young nigga be wanting mo’
[Outro]
I be wanting mo'
I be wanting mo'
And I don't even know