South American Rum

[Verse 1]
Conversations wit dis rum on my nightstand
Fighting nightmares, wit dis bible in my right hand
My ten fingers overlap as i free my thoughts
Thoughts of ten fingers stroking my lap as my sheets toss...
Naked visions start to cloud my vision
Bria's Interlude playing but I'ma need an intermission
My muscles tighten as i think of how we switch positions
South American Rum got me contemplating poor decisions
Thinking how ya body moves in dat tinted light, shades low, tint is right
You gon' get all 10 tonight
Nah wait a second, hold up man, dis ain't right
My mind switches to a different night...
So many dreams i dont see because i rarely sleep
So many feelings in these lyrics dat ill never speak...
Not because i'm scared, but cuz they jus too deep
Thinking in dat 40 day rain, minds an open sea..
But i'm keeping my mind open see
Tryna get my message through pleasantly, spit dat dopamine
I see you loving how my vocals stimulate ya body
Visceral, intimate, interjection of my thoughts and hobbies...
You probably think I'm DiCaprio probably
But I'm more like Keanu Reeves wit a Black body
No shades, no shave, and an afro
Niggas love dat struggle shit but they don't know da half tho

[Hook]
Conversations with South American Rum
I swallow my feelings and vomit to da drum
Kick...
And as soon as them keys hit, you know its time for dat real shit
Conversations with South American Rum
I swallow my feelings and vomit to da drum
Kick...
And as soon as dat beat hit, you know its time for dat real shit

[Verse 2]
Conversations wit South American Rum
I swallow my feelings and vomit to da drum
Evils burning through da silence put dat fire in my lungs
And da frequent sound of sirens put aggression on my tongue
So i'm drinking from dis bottle jus to make my feelings numb
But everytime a nigga gone to my mind you gon' come
And i ain't in my zone its jus da pleasure coping
My addiction to endorphins mean these potions got me coastin
Till i'm holy ghostin...
(i guess dats jus da motions)
In my best Aubrey Graham impression
Praying to my savior not to take my blessings
I try to stay up in his favor but wicked obsessions..
Keep me falling short of heavenly perfections
I tell shawty she gotta leave but she steady undressing
I put myself here, humans never gon' learn they lessons
I ask God why? He said dats to many questions
Yeah i gave you life but answers sold seperate...
Feeling like da Prince of Persia up in hell's desert..
Wading through da sands for eternal pleasure...
But on dis earth there shall be none..
South American Rum