Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Osmosis, artist - Sims. Album song Lights Out Paris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Osmosis |
Dear Pop, |
The fear stopped me from saying this before, |
But I’m grown up. |
So, I’mma lay it on the floor. |
It’s time to own up, |
You’re pumping your liver with liquor. |
I shiver. |
You’re getting sicker. |
Swallowing liquor. |
Slivers. |
Drowning in whiskey rivers. |
For ten years, |
I let it fly. |
But wings clip, |
Flight risk. |
Can’t live to watch you die like this. |
And I remember when I was kid, |
Looking for my dad. |
But all day he’s busy. |
7 P.M. |
hits, |
With the whiskey on your plus. |
From a small boy dizzy, |
Got the fam sayin', «Who is he?» |
Then the hour glass cracked. |
Matched with the sour man’s Jack. |
How is that trapped, dad? |
Are you on your last lap? |
Trying to tap dance between crack and a flask? |
I remember when we packed in that van down to Florida. |
Mom said you was a goner. |
Call the coroner. |
She said you loved that whore more than her. |
I sat stirred. |
Like what the fuck is Lady Luck provin'? |
You moved in, |
With that 86 proof man. |
Actually mixing your solution. |
That battery of my disillusion. |
And I know this is useless, |
So be it with the rest. |
But I had to get it off my head, |
And out of my chest. |
And I’m watching you washing it down. |
Watching you drown. |
Lost in the now, |
Lost in the then. |
Trying to find a zen with a frostbitten frown. |
Every night you left your son behind the hearse, |
But instead of the hurt |
I learned how to move up. |
Sky wise, |
Nowadays I stop by. |
I see the same eyes, |
Rolled back in your eyelids passed out. |
Man down. |
I’m a man screamin' silent in this glasshouse. |
I didn’t want to make a sound because I’m that proud. |
But I’m tryin' to be a man. |
Plus tryin' to find my dad some land to land. |
Because he’s drowning in |
Jack Dan quicksand. |
Doin' all he can |
To keep the fam together. |
Plus stand the weather. |
Dad, I understand the pressure. |
Tryin' to the pay the bills |
Plus kill life’s ills. |
Out of that fraction, |
None of that mattered. |
We needed a role model, |
Not a robot who holds bottles. |
Just to chase the day, |
I hate to see you waste away. |
Your face decays and fades to gray. |
But damn dad, |
You’re the greatest man I know when you’re sober. |
But I’ve watched you transform into a king cobra, |
Once that drink soak up in your blood. |
And I’m proud to be your son, |
But I can’t act passive. |
Can’t stand back. |
Or laugh at it. |
The sad fact is that we all addicts. |
You got one wife who’s heart’s broken. |
Two sons pot smokin'. |
One daughter out rollin'. |
Four people that knew you before you got loaded. |
It might be a lost notion, but it’s time to stop smokin'. |
You gotta a bottle of Jack in a bleeding hand. |
It’s osmosis through a decent man. |
You used to read it dad, |
'Hop On Pop', |
Now you’re lost on scotch. |
Sad dad, |
Bad had. |
My last gasp, |
But I’m through with it. |
I just wish that you could quit. |
It’s a bad taste, |
And I’m watching you washing it down. |
Watching you drown. |
Lost in the now, |
Lost in the then. |
Trying to find a zen with a frostbitten frown. |
See it’s a bad taste, |
And I’m watching you washing it down. |
Watching you drown. |
Lost in the now, |
Lost in the then. |
Trying to find a zen with a frostbitten frown. |