Tidal Waves
Everywhere I go dark clouds surround me
Tidal waves of sadness trying to drown me
I'm going nowhere and I've got no one
Probably kill myself if I just had a gun
No one out there seems to understand
Think the reapers close because he's holding me down
& I think it's about time that I'm leaving this town
You wouldn't believe what's in my head now
Thoughts so dark I'm not making a sound
I don't think I like it here at all
Matter of fact I don't like life at all
Time to grow up but I don't think I want to
Still getting so high fill my lungs with marijuana
I've got big dreams sold out show Reno, Nevada
It's my time to blow up, hit my goals like Maradonna
Maybe this year fill my bank account with commas
Then I can dry my tears with some Fendi or some Prada
I still feel sad because it's not really what I wanted
But I'm dripping so hard in this new Balenciaga
Everywhere I go dark clouds surround me
Tidal waves of sadness trying to drown me
I'm going nowhere and I've got no one
Probably kill myself if I just had a gun
Keep on going until you figure it out
Keep on going boy you're glowing now
Make some money off these songs, make your momma proud
At the end of the day that's what life's about
I don't think I like it here at all
Matter of fact I don't like life at all
Time to grow up but I don't think I want to
Still getting so high fill my lungs with marijuana
I've got big dreams sold out show Reno, Nevada
It's my time to blow up, hit my goals like Maradonna
Tidal waves of sadness trying to drown me
I'm going nowhere and I've got no one
Probably kill myself if I just had a gun
No one out there seems to understand
Think the reapers close because he's holding me down
& I think it's about time that I'm leaving this town
You wouldn't believe what's in my head now
Thoughts so dark I'm not making a sound
I don't think I like it here at all
Matter of fact I don't like life at all
Time to grow up but I don't think I want to
Still getting so high fill my lungs with marijuana
I've got big dreams sold out show Reno, Nevada
It's my time to blow up, hit my goals like Maradonna
Maybe this year fill my bank account with commas
Then I can dry my tears with some Fendi or some Prada
I still feel sad because it's not really what I wanted
But I'm dripping so hard in this new Balenciaga
Everywhere I go dark clouds surround me
Tidal waves of sadness trying to drown me
I'm going nowhere and I've got no one
Probably kill myself if I just had a gun
Keep on going until you figure it out
Keep on going boy you're glowing now
Make some money off these songs, make your momma proud
At the end of the day that's what life's about
I don't think I like it here at all
Matter of fact I don't like life at all
Time to grow up but I don't think I want to
Still getting so high fill my lungs with marijuana
I've got big dreams sold out show Reno, Nevada
It's my time to blow up, hit my goals like Maradonna
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Writer(s): Bastien Taylor
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