crabs in a bucket (feat. Venn)

Y'know new ideas feel old, old ideas ring true I'm thinking of ending things, I'm thinking of you An intense attachment, in this world of blue Can't summaries any verse, but I dare you too Went fishing in the C and caught a bucket of crabs Dragging each other back down, it's in the back they stab As soon as they reach the brim, the one under them grabs Back to the bottom of the bucket is where you land Praying for your success and praying for your failure Childish, how I hide from fear and seek for pleasure Outta pocket with my intentions, me, you cannot censor Single finger to the industry, you're the purge, accept this gesture Great minds recognize, the greatest of things In love with my future, with my golden wings Fell from grace, just to see what it brings Loud yet quiet, The Sleepless One sings I got no license on the road to riches, Broke my old watch, because I don't have time for reminiscing Ticking on the metronome, but only when the flow is switching F*ck a diagram, do the math's, I'm in my own division Steady stepping, like I'm moving on some double shift Cause I been washing dishes, then go flow in on some other shit I make a beat then kill it, keep it balanced on this mothership I been on a freestyle, but I don't st-st-stutter shit Too slow on the A side, so I flip shit for the B side Cause there's no talk on the C side, so I'll speak on the Define But F this for the mean time, no G checks on the side Just M's up on this mind, so make way this V time, cause if we talking bars then I been steady swishing um And I done said the truth, no I don't use no fucking synonyms Cause I been putting lines in hooks and steady fucking dishing um Cause if we talking crabs than I'm the one that's fucking fishing um