Lyrics Race to the Bottom - Chris Wright

Whoever said a plane could solve any problems
I′ll spin a hundred thousand miles drinking straight from the bottle
Before I load up on a tin can with wings for the slalom
And a take a trip without the drugs, that's a race to the bottom, yeah
Can you keep a secret code, I got messages with hoes
I ain′t talking to my bros, don't bother
Cause they got women of they own, never thought that we'd be grown,
Saw some shoes I didn′t own so I bought em
Yeah that′s the life that I've been living lately
Centerfolds and kissing babies
Gone a dozen days ′fore they wonder if I'm missing maybe
Been trynna remember what my purpose is, it′s getting hazy
I don't wanna feel like I′m alone so I need my lady
And she wanna feel like she's all mine
But I'm probably the worst when not online
So hit me what your subtweets I′ll be fine
If I′m running bet it's always towards your mind

Summers like an open door, but I don′t wanna walk through it
Got a lotta thoughts in your head, but you don't wanna talk through it

I can′t afford no emotional discretion
If I open up my soul don't go firing no weapons
I been running on this coal like the fire was a blessing
But I still burned my feet on the ashes
Patches got the raps, but lately I been singing more
Ever since I met that little maverick, I′m swinging more
Catch me on that high beam, put me on your wide screen,
I forgot to bring the chords
So maybe we can disconnect to reconnect, reconfigure routers
Have an intellect and intersect our thoughts without the power
Like a revolution, recomputing factors I'm a spacious student
Got a lot of room to improve but I space and lose it
Start an ageless movement,
Motivate some kids who way too young to try and face the music
Contradicting, selfless, prudent, arrogant,
Bordering on alcoholic, parents went
They separate ways so I don't know what marriage is,
I wear my flaws

Summers like an open door, but I don′t wanna walk through it
Got a lotta thoughts in your head, but you don′t wanna talk through it