Perfect Day (feat. Backwards Trey, Preeti Singh, Kaizo Hall & Takazo Hall)
Blue waters rising here
Maybe we could disappear
Catch a ride up on the coast
Make a day of the ocean slopes
Another day of a lazy sky
Another day watching clouds go by
Kissing sun 'til the nightfall comes
Then light a fire, sing a little hum
This feel like warmer weather
Chonging 'til my lungs is like a carburetor
I forget how much is left inside my checking but whatever
I'm a chronic
Fuck getting stuff accomplished
Kinda lazy
Tryna hit the sand and I'ma tan until its problematic
Perfect day
And I'm tryna see the world in a purple haze
Got a real way with words and the verse is great
And I really think I'm not much worse than Drake
I put hurt on the vertebrae
Her purse is fake
I slake her thirst
I took her ass on a perfect date
She said she really don't love how the bourbon taste
Well fuck her
I'd desert but I'll stay for dessert cause she's servin face
Take me to a place where we could just go with the flow
Melt in golden rays of sunny days lettin' waves take control
Of our perfect day
I never want it to end
I'll close my eyes
Just to feel it again
Just to feel it again
Blue waters rising here
Maybe we could disappear
Catch a ride up on the coast
Make a day of the ocean slopes
Another day of a lazy sky
Another day watching clouds go by
Kissing sun 'til the nightfall comes
Then light a fire, sing a little hum
Maybe we could disappear
Catch a ride up on the coast
Make a day of the ocean slopes
Another day of a lazy sky
Another day watching clouds go by
Kissing sun 'til the nightfall comes
Then light a fire, sing a little hum
This feel like warmer weather
Chonging 'til my lungs is like a carburetor
I forget how much is left inside my checking but whatever
I'm a chronic
Fuck getting stuff accomplished
Kinda lazy
Tryna hit the sand and I'ma tan until its problematic
Perfect day
And I'm tryna see the world in a purple haze
Got a real way with words and the verse is great
And I really think I'm not much worse than Drake
I put hurt on the vertebrae
Her purse is fake
I slake her thirst
I took her ass on a perfect date
She said she really don't love how the bourbon taste
Well fuck her
I'd desert but I'll stay for dessert cause she's servin face
Take me to a place where we could just go with the flow
Melt in golden rays of sunny days lettin' waves take control
Of our perfect day
I never want it to end
I'll close my eyes
Just to feel it again
Just to feel it again
Blue waters rising here
Maybe we could disappear
Catch a ride up on the coast
Make a day of the ocean slopes
Another day of a lazy sky
Another day watching clouds go by
Kissing sun 'til the nightfall comes
Then light a fire, sing a little hum
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Makishima
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