Saturated.

Saturated saturated
The wind is so good
It's hitting my face
I hop on these songs just to vent
When I'm behind on events (Yeah)
I prefer being alone
It's less of a hell and more heaven
It's less of a red but more a of a blue
Skirting around with no clue

Dealt with the phony now I prefer being alone
Working towards a beach house
Nurtured by fruits and mother green
Spring and the summer for ever green
Putting my trust in a coffee bean
So for now afternoon sunbathing acts as a paradise
September I fall September I bloom
Making these songs in my room
Composing my tunes
Sleeping on me you better hit snooze
Sleeping on me I better hit snooze



Credits
Writer(s): Modisha M
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