Nice
Fine, you have your style
You take your time, you take your time
Take what you need
Say what you say
You've thought a lot, this is your spot
Your feet are planted
Firmly grounded
Fertile soil for perfect and familiar seeds
No need to move, no need to budge
Good right where you are
You are
Fine you found your place
Your seeds are safe to be and be
Always like so
And who's to make a fool of they
Who truly knows
The truth is yours
The rest can serve as sun and soil for you
They work for you
Forever more and more and more
You're good right where you are
Where you are
Steady now
Still and proud
Weed, wrong right
Out, out
Dreams we had our dreams
We locked inside
Hoped and insisted them to fade
For sense to make
Two cents in hand now we're in business
High above you
Way beyond you
Choose your stance and see yourself
The game is fun, fun, fun
You lose yourself, give up yourself
Stay right where you are
Fine man, you are fine
The thumbs are way up
Only losers hate you
Water they're just water
For your roots to go in deeper
All that's left to do
Is look for just-like-yous
Oh what a landscape
Of only the sweetest fruit
No others stand a chance where you are
You are
Steady now
Status good
Weed, wrong right
Out, out
You take your time, you take your time
Take what you need
Say what you say
You've thought a lot, this is your spot
Your feet are planted
Firmly grounded
Fertile soil for perfect and familiar seeds
No need to move, no need to budge
Good right where you are
You are
Fine you found your place
Your seeds are safe to be and be
Always like so
And who's to make a fool of they
Who truly knows
The truth is yours
The rest can serve as sun and soil for you
They work for you
Forever more and more and more
You're good right where you are
Where you are
Steady now
Still and proud
Weed, wrong right
Out, out
Dreams we had our dreams
We locked inside
Hoped and insisted them to fade
For sense to make
Two cents in hand now we're in business
High above you
Way beyond you
Choose your stance and see yourself
The game is fun, fun, fun
You lose yourself, give up yourself
Stay right where you are
Fine man, you are fine
The thumbs are way up
Only losers hate you
Water they're just water
For your roots to go in deeper
All that's left to do
Is look for just-like-yous
Oh what a landscape
Of only the sweetest fruit
No others stand a chance where you are
You are
Steady now
Status good
Weed, wrong right
Out, out
Credits
Writer(s): Genevieve Veronica Artadi, Henry Halliwell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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