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137 (us) – rivers of hennessy lyrics

river’s touch doth feel so cold
imma keep on swimming though
even when it overflows
i’ve still got my seeds to sow

it seems all my friends
have turned into enemies
all of the water
turned into hennessy
guess i’m a bother
at least i have loyalty
and when i step into the booth
to the best of capacity
i do deliver the finest veracity
at least i am royalty
so when i’m swimming in ruth
i just try to remember the goal that i’m chasin’
i drink all the water and empty the basin
and watch all the dirt just fall out;
right when you think you’vе escaped the bеast
you find out you’re in it’s snout

i, on the other hand
take a swim with the leviathan
trying to understand how he does move his fin
trying to comprehend
how he’s still top of the food chain
despite all the creatures at various depths
you think of working out
i do the reps;
you thinking of climbing up
i walk the steps

you walk a crooked path, man i
just did the simple math, and i
made the conclusion
that all the bruisin’
and all of the pain and the sufferin’
can just be summed up in this:
river’s touch doth feel so cold
,imma keep on swimming though
even when it overflows
i’ve still got my seeds to sow

every single rhyme is hitting like a comet
and i’m feeling like i gotta vomit
i’m just feeling all the meaning
going and it’s zooming
all throughout the body
feeling’ like a party
and i got a lot of enemies
c’est la vie
i just really wanna make a rune
to a beat
here’s a good metaphor—
life is a boat
can’t jump off
or you might just choke
but i see a lot of pirates in the sea
and they don’t show their colors till they’re right by me
but luckily i have a telescope
and i am ready for any good donnybrook
if you’re so ready then why don’t we take a soak

pain to a poet is a little different
’cause even when i’m getting really sad
or really mad
or just a tad
all i really got to do is get the flowin’ goin’
all i really need is just a pencil
or another writing utensil
so i can realize potential

i wipe all my tears off the pages
and leave only ink and the runes like the mages;
y’all are the actors on all of the stages
i help the script;
y’all are the skeletons in all of the cages
i break the crypt
then i go run and find all of the sages
river’s touch doth feel so cold
imma keep on swimming though
even when it overflows
i’ve still got my seeds to sow

i’m a doer not a talker like an onomatopoeia
man, and even if i love a man i never want to be him
’cause i build my own castles
earn my own tassels
but no man is an island
so i don’t just write about my own hassles

i practice what i want to be—
come to me with that good rum—
mage in all the sparkly garb—
age and fill your tummy tum

- 137 us lyrics

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