Water Games
Curry with the shot how I toss a load, coming home
Carli Lloyd, kicking shoes, what a goal
Kobe, how I survive another 24
Neymar, on my knees and I thank the Lord
Go off and off the hinges
Wandering around, finessing and blocking digits
Lodging for a minute then booking it like it's quidditch
How you stay sane when your life is a string of ditches
I wanna pretend, I wanna flex with the change
Vanity Fair, back in pain, Bisou bisou, back again
But I'm not made, for all of the strain, wholly removed, and wholly detained
With all of that pride, vain in my vein
Saying I'm strong, when I'm estranged
Keep it in phone, Roaming in Rome
Playing with fire and won't turn into gold
Looking behind and I turn into salt
I am reminded of all of my fault
Substitute, handle it, carry me, colt
Frankenstein, gimme me life, 'lectrocute, jolt
I don't play water games
If I did, I swear I would drown
So you won't catch me by the sea
Honey, all day, I just hang around
Letting my hair loose, drive on Fernando, the sand treats me just fine
Singing on Sunday, praise to my Jesus, for birthday Christmas vibes
And it's a happy holiday
Holy Wonder, see the star, Frankincense and myrrh
Bethlehem is for your girl
Bethel for the entire world
Had to let it go to get the pearl
Talk to me, when the wind is loud, winter foul
When the power's out, won't You fix me down
I don't ever want to leave, wander to another town
Everything I need, present in the here and now
So I'm rooted; I'm conflicted if I ever boot it
And I'm taking grace for granted, and that's super stupid
If I preach sierra canyons from a lil bitty cubit
I am spewing, contradiction from my two lips
And I don't want to become
Ratchet, eventually numb
Looking behind and I turn into salt
Catching a Jeremy Plumb
Stray with occasional limping
Flakey like breaking a biscuit
Love caught on a misfit
Have all I want on my wishlist
Hallelu, candle lit, stocking go dumb
In the Father's hand, like I'm Tom Thumb
I don't play water games
If I did, I swear I would drown
So you won't catch me by the sea
Honey, all day, I just hang around
Letting my hair loose, drive on Fernando, the sand treats me just fine
Singing on Sunday, praise to my Jesus, for birthday Christmas vibes
And it's a happy holiday
Carli Lloyd, kicking shoes, what a goal
Kobe, how I survive another 24
Neymar, on my knees and I thank the Lord
Go off and off the hinges
Wandering around, finessing and blocking digits
Lodging for a minute then booking it like it's quidditch
How you stay sane when your life is a string of ditches
I wanna pretend, I wanna flex with the change
Vanity Fair, back in pain, Bisou bisou, back again
But I'm not made, for all of the strain, wholly removed, and wholly detained
With all of that pride, vain in my vein
Saying I'm strong, when I'm estranged
Keep it in phone, Roaming in Rome
Playing with fire and won't turn into gold
Looking behind and I turn into salt
I am reminded of all of my fault
Substitute, handle it, carry me, colt
Frankenstein, gimme me life, 'lectrocute, jolt
I don't play water games
If I did, I swear I would drown
So you won't catch me by the sea
Honey, all day, I just hang around
Letting my hair loose, drive on Fernando, the sand treats me just fine
Singing on Sunday, praise to my Jesus, for birthday Christmas vibes
And it's a happy holiday
Holy Wonder, see the star, Frankincense and myrrh
Bethlehem is for your girl
Bethel for the entire world
Had to let it go to get the pearl
Talk to me, when the wind is loud, winter foul
When the power's out, won't You fix me down
I don't ever want to leave, wander to another town
Everything I need, present in the here and now
So I'm rooted; I'm conflicted if I ever boot it
And I'm taking grace for granted, and that's super stupid
If I preach sierra canyons from a lil bitty cubit
I am spewing, contradiction from my two lips
And I don't want to become
Ratchet, eventually numb
Looking behind and I turn into salt
Catching a Jeremy Plumb
Stray with occasional limping
Flakey like breaking a biscuit
Love caught on a misfit
Have all I want on my wishlist
Hallelu, candle lit, stocking go dumb
In the Father's hand, like I'm Tom Thumb
I don't play water games
If I did, I swear I would drown
So you won't catch me by the sea
Honey, all day, I just hang around
Letting my hair loose, drive on Fernando, the sand treats me just fine
Singing on Sunday, praise to my Jesus, for birthday Christmas vibes
And it's a happy holiday
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Writer(s): Kimberly Katiti
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