The First Wave
We saw the wave
That was building
We turned our backs
On the horizon
Our lungs filled with water
As the temperature was rising
Think those brokers lost it
When those stocks started diving
Shoulda listened to those warnings
Before people started dying
Shoulda listened to those warnings
Instead of gimme gimme gimme
Fight for every penny
The fight is pretty petty
Now I'm looking at the stucco
Feeling stuck up already
Like where did the month go
But I'm lucky that I'm healthy
Yeah I'm lucky that I'm healthy
And my heart is pumping steady
Got my shoulders feeling heavy
At the gym getting ready
I had a dream that you loved me
Tried to sleep the whole day after
When I woke it all left me
Like the end of a chapter
Like the start of a disaster
But I like my stories gritty
What's the fun in looking pretty
I like looking like the city
I'm not looking for your pity
No I'm not looking for your pity
So lets cut out all the drums
Cause its all just stupid midi
Who am I kidding really
Oh boy who am I kidding really
Got to fake it to you make it
And I've been getting thrifty
And the marathon continues
Rest in peace to Nipsey
I'm just a high strung hippie
Man I don't even get me
That was building
We turned our backs
On the horizon
Our lungs filled with water
As the temperature was rising
Think those brokers lost it
When those stocks started diving
Shoulda listened to those warnings
Before people started dying
Shoulda listened to those warnings
Instead of gimme gimme gimme
Fight for every penny
The fight is pretty petty
Now I'm looking at the stucco
Feeling stuck up already
Like where did the month go
But I'm lucky that I'm healthy
Yeah I'm lucky that I'm healthy
And my heart is pumping steady
Got my shoulders feeling heavy
At the gym getting ready
I had a dream that you loved me
Tried to sleep the whole day after
When I woke it all left me
Like the end of a chapter
Like the start of a disaster
But I like my stories gritty
What's the fun in looking pretty
I like looking like the city
I'm not looking for your pity
No I'm not looking for your pity
So lets cut out all the drums
Cause its all just stupid midi
Who am I kidding really
Oh boy who am I kidding really
Got to fake it to you make it
And I've been getting thrifty
And the marathon continues
Rest in peace to Nipsey
I'm just a high strung hippie
Man I don't even get me
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Rizzo
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