Could've Struck the Lotto Songtext

von Skyzoo

Killing your idols one word at a time,
When I was killing yours I was also murdering mine,
Indeed I'm all it be, I squeeze accordingly,
If a fav should get caught in between then all it means
Is meaning was never enough for me to wanna wish through,
Fist full of dollars, ignorance is so blissful,
Every part of me just wanted to see how much the fist do,
If this be a problem then I'm missing all the signals,
So you can miss me wit the mistakes,
Cause my realities is the meanings of missed plates,
Kitchen tables need decorating, I'm decorated,
The china be there but all the fill-ins are misplaced,
And this may, lead to a decay of beautiful sorts,
If I can race thru all the traits in a beautiful Porsche,
Then I'll erase through the change they refuse to restore,
The pitfalls in the poetry, truthfully yours,
The monologues of the dollar store, invited to ride along,
Parental advisory, all of it is how you thought,
All that we in search of is to fly or die,
So to have you seeing sounds that's inside the sky,
Is nothing I suppose, so if I was alone
Then them sounds that you seeing is all that I really know
[Hook]
For the all and the more
And the rush to follow,
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto,

Tryna jump tomorrow,
That buck that bought a bottle
So that's 300 tickets that we could be coming in with,
This spade shit is pricey but we in love with the living,
We in love wit the life, lust the pursuit,
Promised not to forget how to adjust to the stoop,
But if I'm away from whatever it's made from,
Know that I betrayed none, forever remain one,
Forever embedded in, the better of days come,
The header on page one, my "Sketches of Spain" run,
Tooting my own horn will level the page some,
And then the level gets lowered and I refrain from,
Penning what the norm does, everything the norm was,
Shouldve been the past but the future's like the norm's son,
I'm tryna plan B that, pills in the sauce,
Hope they smart enough to eat that, they dumb enough to starve,
So to summarize it all, this is more than it what it seems,
Fully loaded clouds, cornering your dreams,
Is nothing I suppose, so if I was alone,
Then them sounds that you seeing is all that I really know
[Hook]
For the all and the more
And the rush to follow,
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto,
Say I'm on what I'm on
Tryna jump tomorrow,
That buck that bought a bottle