"Flying Dutchman" by bleood moves through a haze of excess and paranoia, where bragging about having two women close by collides with distrust and self-medication. The repeated image of diamonds pulled from a fishbowl with no goldfish suggests wealth displayed without life or clarity, just as the Percocet leaves time unreadable. Threats and loyalty blur together, and the Flying Dutchman reference turns the whole scene into something cursed and drifting, never quite able to dock.
flying dutchman Lyrics by bleood
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
Slime can’t let that slut kiss (What? What?)
This Jacob time peace on my wrist (What? What?)
Ca-can’t tell time, Perc’ got me sick (What? What?)
Diamonds out the fishbowl, no goldfish (Holy shit)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
Slime can’t let that slut kiss (What? What?)
This Jacob time peace on my wrist (What? What?)
Ca-can’t tell time, Perc’ got me sick (What? What?)
Diamonds out the fishbowl, no goldfish
Yung Vocaloid tap switch, he twitch
Cuttin’ up, new lambchop, best not flip
Flying Dutchman, OC 80 stick— stick— stick
F-Flying Dutchman, OC 80 stick— stick
AK-12 at a fuck nigga dome (Frr, frr)
Cup red, no Mario, ho, let’s go (Frr, frr)
Slime, you gettin’ cancer if you want smoke
Said she a dancer, “Come ride on this pole”
Young Pisces, nigga need a Virgo ho
These .223s tag domes, take souls
I told lil’ slime, “We finna rock out this show”
I-I pull out dick, that bitch say, “Holy moly”
Kim Possible how we hop out this stoley
Leave me out to rot, come back, I’m a mummy
Fifty-one shots, lead fillin’ yo’ tummy
Punch in, punch in
Macaroni
Codeine ‘tussin— ‘tussin
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah—
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah—
Slime can’t let that slut kiss (What? What?)
This Jacob time peace on my wrist (What? What?)
Ca-can’t tell time, Perc’ got me sick (What? What?)
Diamonds out the fishbowl, no goldfish (Holy shit)
I got-I— I got-I— I goI-t two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
I-I got— I-I got— I-I got two hoes on me, yeah— me, yeah— hoes on me (What? What?)
Slime can’t let that slut kiss (What? What?)
This Jacob time peace on my wrist (What? What?)
Ca-can’t tell time, Perc’ got me sick (What? What?)
Diamonds out the fishbowl, no goldfish
Yung Vocaloid tap switch, he twitch
Cuttin’ up, new lambchop, best not flip
Flying Dutchman, OC 80 stick— stick— stick
F-Flying Dutchman, OC 80 stick— stick
