Mr. Rocket Shoes

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