Rats In My Rug

Mistakes never drop
What we got
We keep going going
Forward thinking plot
We won't stop
You won't see us slow down
(Not even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)
We gon’ keep on moving
(even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)

Please just give me a different route
Demons and getting out
Thought they was cool with me I don’t think they listen now
Maybe i should chill out, my rear view mirror full of things that have been ripped out
Maybe i'm a diamond in the rough dealing with pressures of life
My heads in the right direction of whatever’s in sight
But my effort for living put all of these wrongs in my life
Intention to right, my pen is my bartender tonight
I might spit something high grade, or maybe something with that fine wine taste
5 days I’ve been on the highway in a high state
As i fade, i pray when i die they gon’ put me in divine stage
Lately I’ve been feeling i don’t deserve it
Whats the purpose of living i always ask if its worth it
Whats the purpose of drugs they pull me back in the circle
Whats the purpose of love if in the end it gon' hurt you

Fold it up
Girl I’m finna dance better hold my cup
I don’t know the plan, i don't know whats what
Always come back to whats in my rug
Better fold it up

Mistakes never drop
What we got
We keep going going
Forward thinking plot
We won't stop
You won't see us slow down
(Not even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)
We gon’ keep on moving
(even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)

I took a little taste of indulgence it burned my tongue
I took a hit of the same thing and it burned my lungs
I know that life is a beach because it hurts on like one
Hot sand burns my trust every kilometer i run
Hearse might come of you ask me to word my sums
Hurt might come to those who disturb my fun
Verse on verse i work till the nights all done
Chasing a dream of no regrets when life’s all done
But what a beautiful fantasy
But that's all it be, think otherwise its a fallacy
Why does it seem that good feelings is blasphemy
And why is the motive to get ‘em so damn attached to me
I know that i prey on ‘em but i still let ‘em scratch at me
I know i should hit you up but I’m scared that you mad at me
Life is an animation but this time you can't erase it
That Tom and Jerry replaying but this time i’m drawing all the rats that in slaying

Fold it up
Girl I’m finna dance better hold my cup
I don’t know the plan, i don't know whats what
Always come back to whats in my rug
Better fold it up

Mistakes never drop
What we got
We keep going going
Forward thinking plot
We won't stop
You won't see us slow down
(Not even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)
We gon’ keep on moving
(even with the rats in my rug, even with the rats in my rug)