Honey Ceiling – Bath Salts Lyrics

Bath Salts – Honey Ceiling Lyrics

(What?)

Like a swarm of locust

(Like a, uh what?)

Your flows atrocious

(I Think I just did it because all the other kids were doing it too)

Your breathe stank

(I just felt lost and lonely, I was empty)

Your losing focus

Lets touch base

Space bar

Backspace hit ya with a sports car

Got a whole lot of rhymes in my repertoire

I’m in a hotel

Running through the mini bar

Don’t relapse

Running up the card charge

Had to relax

Cause I got the flow hard

I mean hard flow

I don’t know bro

All I know is it’s bizarre like Jojo

The flow cold like fro-yo

But the beat so hot

Before you eat it gotta blow, hoe

Speed it up, slow it down likе slow-mo

And I’m coming for the crown

No jokes bro

I’m sick of sleeping on thesе couches

No hobo

Shitfaced

You chew bath salts

I’m out of toothpaste

Pure asphalt

Drive till the wheels break

You chew bath salts

I’m out of toothpaste

Pure asphalt

Drive till the

Time moves slow

But I don’t

Oh

I don’t know

Where to go

(Drive till the wheels break)

(Drive till the wheels break)

Where to go

(Drive till the wheels break)

(Where to go)

Time moves slow

But I don’t

(Drive till the wheels break)

Where to go

Rarely coming out of my cave

I been amazing

By the shit you motherfuckers

Been saying

I can’t complain

I been keeping to myself

All the pain

That I’ve been going through

Eats away at me somedays

If I’m gone tell the truth

Living off of Ramen Noodles

You could pay homage to me

I’m the teacher, you the pupil

But if you open up your eyes

For a minute

I’m like Popeye with the spinach

I’m consuming all these greens

Getting gains

Now your finished

My girl car nicer than mine is

Free haircuts

Like I’m fucking my stylist

I hate to bring it up

Motherfucker but I been

Feeling like enough

When I open my eyelids

I’m feeling like I’m tough competition

Muhammad

I’m sick of giving up when the pressure gets on me

I feel like I could crush any track they provide me

So I’m gone clean it up for you kids

Nice and tidy

Like I wasn’t driving Lamborghinis

No mercy

Gave some water to you bitches

Yall thirsty

First week back and I’m cooking up a new wave

New Boom-Bap at your throat

Like a close shave

Eye contact when you’re speaking to me behave

Felt like a trap since I graduated twelfth grade

Those days

Everybody hating for the fuck of it

Y’all were pocket watching like you worked for the government

Now every time I rap I swear

I be on some other shit

Like I’m a fucking alien

I came down from a mothership

Got motherfuckers hanging from their tails like a possum would

And I don’t eat at restaurants

Unless I know the pastas good

I’m acting nonchalant except I feel like I’m misunderstood

And I don’t fuck with sweaters

Only ever catch me rocking hoods

What’s good?

Yea what’s good?

Time moves slow

But I don’t

(Drive till the wheels break, Drive till the wheels break)

Oh

I don’t Know

Where to go

Where to go

(Where to go)

Time moves slow

But I don’t

(Drive till the wheels break, drive till the wheels break)

Where to go

Drive till the wheels break

(It wasn’t till I nearly died, that I realized I needed help)