Текст песни Mr. Rocket Shoes - Kai Straw

No one gave me shit, oh, I worked for this
At this point I'm just done with encouragement
You say talented, I say calluses
I'm tasting my blood just pronouncing it
Since Fairfield days, the beats I made
I may have quit drinking, but dream the same

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes
And they ask me why you workin' all days of the week
To get somewhere you'll never reach

I've been wishin' for better so long
I guess I'm sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin', I'm here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I'm coming for you
I'ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

I'm not stoppin' this, just the opposite
I won't drop when most people need oxygen
Since the green Lexus, since the weed excess
Since the drink was my treatment for depression
Man, my lips been blue, fuck what stitches do
I'll put red on this mic like it's '92

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes
And they ask me why you workin' all days of the week
Toward something you'll never be

I've been wishin' for better so long
I guess I'm sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin', I'm here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I'm coming for you
I'ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

Until I'm taken by weeds
My will is my leprosy
Instead of wounds that scrape the sheets
I've got no turn back in me
So set glass beneath my feet
Take the last breath that I need
To meet what glows beyond my reach
I'll become a tragedy

There is no hell that spells retreat
Fuck your gravity
This to the grave
This to the grave