Journal Entry 02: Milk Stout Poetry by Superyellow Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Separated, worse in the ghetto
Vibe never mellow
But what's the difference?
The world's abandoned its halo
So it lays low
Seeing folk killed over pigment
Elevated, so we're stuck
Wrapped, contained in a fuss
Bend, still we're fucked
Trust, we'll get over it, watch
As we descend to a hollow level
Bottom of the bottle how I waterbend
Drunk poet on the mic, spitting tides and again
Only tired when tomorrow comes
Days never set in stone, still we crave for another buck
Gut spins and turns, vomit still burns
From the pages which I vent heat for the urn
What's respect nowadays when clout is only earned?
Silly imagery I spit from the hurt
Billy nose, stuck my business in the grim
Uppercut, it's Mortal Kombat on your chin
Not an android but I wrote this joint on my phone
Smoke it at your own risk, heavily you'll be stoned
Milk stout flow, hard as rocks
Heavy from a sip taken, never aging, hardly stops
Open another one, let it free me from my curse
I set on myself from walking on this earth
[Verse 2]
Eternal sea of darkness is the sky
Never burns, the sun got me beaten from my hide
That's a long time ago, when I was young
Pops took up a swazi, sorta like beating me for fun
In front of my so-called friends, them false energies
I never took to notice, mind hollow as it used to be
If I think back, I dunno if I had good memories
As my life was scarred beyond injury
Ingest this hard pill, no one's life is ever perfect
It's all mazes, trying to figure out your purpose
The world spins to a point where it gives you vertigo
Can't even tell that what is up is still below
It goes to show that we're all in an endless cycle
Fiends for affection, acceptance with rivals
Is this truth or what? It's subjective, bruh
But it don't matter 'cause
I'm spitting with a mask on, no Covid
Just a weirdo on the mic that's hardly boasting
Is you open? Can you be more appreciative of this moment?
It's still a gift, chill and take a sip
Of this milk stout I be holding in
Coffee and toffee, shit
That's the biz
Maybe all our L are misconstrued as wins
But we're within
Dig
Separated, worse in the ghetto
Vibe never mellow
But what's the difference?
The world's abandoned its halo
So it lays low
Seeing folk killed over pigment
Elevated, so we're stuck
Wrapped, contained in a fuss
Bend, still we're fucked
Trust, we'll get over it, watch
As we descend to a hollow level
Bottom of the bottle how I waterbend
Drunk poet on the mic, spitting tides and again
Only tired when tomorrow comes
Days never set in stone, still we crave for another buck
Gut spins and turns, vomit still burns
From the pages which I vent heat for the urn
What's respect nowadays when clout is only earned?
Silly imagery I spit from the hurt
Billy nose, stuck my business in the grim
Uppercut, it's Mortal Kombat on your chin
Not an android but I wrote this joint on my phone
Smoke it at your own risk, heavily you'll be stoned
Milk stout flow, hard as rocks
Heavy from a sip taken, never aging, hardly stops
Open another one, let it free me from my curse
I set on myself from walking on this earth
[Verse 2]
Eternal sea of darkness is the sky
Never burns, the sun got me beaten from my hide
That's a long time ago, when I was young
Pops took up a swazi, sorta like beating me for fun
In front of my so-called friends, them false energies
I never took to notice, mind hollow as it used to be
If I think back, I dunno if I had good memories
As my life was scarred beyond injury
Ingest this hard pill, no one's life is ever perfect
It's all mazes, trying to figure out your purpose
The world spins to a point where it gives you vertigo
Can't even tell that what is up is still below
It goes to show that we're all in an endless cycle
Fiends for affection, acceptance with rivals
Is this truth or what? It's subjective, bruh
But it don't matter 'cause
I'm spitting with a mask on, no Covid
Just a weirdo on the mic that's hardly boasting
Is you open? Can you be more appreciative of this moment?
It's still a gift, chill and take a sip
Of this milk stout I be holding in
Coffee and toffee, shit
That's the biz
Maybe all our L are misconstrued as wins
But we're within
Dig