drowning_in_clear_water (feat. Neem, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck)
That shit just so vanilla
I'm mixing up new flavors
I burn outdated pages
I'm coughing from the vapours
I don't know what your name is
I'm sorry 'bout it really
Please forget me I forgot you
'Cause you look just like the neighbors
Making new arrangements
My brain is sharp and stainless
Stealing your attention
It's just me and those I came with
I don't got to mention opposition 'cause they nameless
No, everybody love me
That's some shit that never changes
Staring at the city
I can see it from the sky
Thinking three my lucky number
Open up another eye
Seeing saturated colors
My senses override
It's the palette of an artist
Hope it's like this when you die
I'm going new directions
I'm sick as an infection
Harder than erection
Please excuse my rude inflections
I'm striving for perfection
I hate to make corrections
I just hit it on the first try
Don't ever need a second
My rivals my reflection
Hold up
I rolled up
If you come on through to the Stu'
You get smoked up
Still feel like a kid
But I talk like a grown-up
And when I'm on the mic
I ain't just spitting
Bitch I'm throwing up
In the droptop with the roof down
Bumping old school sounds
Music ass, tits all out
Blowing indo out the window
With a nympho by my side
Only known her for a week
But she my ride or die
Trying to take her to the top
She said she's scared to fly
Told her, "baby you'll be safe in my arms"
Heavenly armour to protect me from these battle scars
Battling demons, found
Make it back to my regards, regardless
Put my heart on the track
'Til I'm left with my last breath
Last year couldn't even tell you what the fuck I'm doing with my life next
Now I found the fleau and we spitting like we Cypress
Hail in the nineties
Got that tunnel vision like I'm Jordan back in nineties sum
Swerving down the freeway going ninety sum
Looking all around me and I know
That my time has come
Made it to the Summer
Then I threw that bitch in park
Timepiece so reflective you can read it in the dark
Ain't no safe code it's a motherfucking Audemars
All this melting on my neck should start a fucking waterpark
Water all up on me like I started eating kosher
Step up in the Stu' you getting second-hand exposure
Such a menace when I'm vegging, they should call me a flight risk
Got so high I went to Heaven, then I started living righteous
Living righteous, trying to at least
I got money on my mind
Cause I'm trying to rest in peace
Can you smell the Aroma?
That's the scent of coming home
Quit your idolizing, you a part of the Attack of the Clones
I'm getting stoned like I'm in the seventeenth century BCE
Pissing people off just to show them who I be
Yung Lean in my ears, GTB to SBE
I'mma smoke your ass up in the Stu', that's on me
Yeah I'm all day swimming through my mind and my thoughts
Shit is feeling like the universe the way I feel so lost
Too much sauce, feel like marinara dripping off the pasta
Heart is frozen in the ocean, where my defroster?
She take all the cold away
She makes me feel all warm inside
I know she still a world away
I need her in my arms tonight
I can feel the Earth dying when I gaze into her eyes
Death knocking on my door still, what a surprise
I told him, "I'm never dying, why the fuck you even here still"
You never getting near me, quit fiending for my freewill
Infinite divine power in my soul
Cleanse!
Particles from another galaxy
Friends!
Got your girl with me riding shotgun, Benz
I'mma show her the world and turn her life into a motherfucking weekend
Woo!
She take all the cold away (Staring at the city)
She makes me feel all warm inside (I can see it from the sky)
I know she still a world away (Thinking three my lucky number)
I need her in my arms tonight (Open up another eye)
She take all the cold away (Seeing saturated colors)
She makes me feel all warm inside (My senses override)
I know she still a world away (It's the palette of an artist)
I need her in my arms tonight (Hope it's like this when you die)
I'm mixing up new flavors
I burn outdated pages
I'm coughing from the vapours
I don't know what your name is
I'm sorry 'bout it really
Please forget me I forgot you
'Cause you look just like the neighbors
Making new arrangements
My brain is sharp and stainless
Stealing your attention
It's just me and those I came with
I don't got to mention opposition 'cause they nameless
No, everybody love me
That's some shit that never changes
Staring at the city
I can see it from the sky
Thinking three my lucky number
Open up another eye
Seeing saturated colors
My senses override
It's the palette of an artist
Hope it's like this when you die
I'm going new directions
I'm sick as an infection
Harder than erection
Please excuse my rude inflections
I'm striving for perfection
I hate to make corrections
I just hit it on the first try
Don't ever need a second
My rivals my reflection
Hold up
I rolled up
If you come on through to the Stu'
You get smoked up
Still feel like a kid
But I talk like a grown-up
And when I'm on the mic
I ain't just spitting
Bitch I'm throwing up
In the droptop with the roof down
Bumping old school sounds
Music ass, tits all out
Blowing indo out the window
With a nympho by my side
Only known her for a week
But she my ride or die
Trying to take her to the top
She said she's scared to fly
Told her, "baby you'll be safe in my arms"
Heavenly armour to protect me from these battle scars
Battling demons, found
Make it back to my regards, regardless
Put my heart on the track
'Til I'm left with my last breath
Last year couldn't even tell you what the fuck I'm doing with my life next
Now I found the fleau and we spitting like we Cypress
Hail in the nineties
Got that tunnel vision like I'm Jordan back in nineties sum
Swerving down the freeway going ninety sum
Looking all around me and I know
That my time has come
Made it to the Summer
Then I threw that bitch in park
Timepiece so reflective you can read it in the dark
Ain't no safe code it's a motherfucking Audemars
All this melting on my neck should start a fucking waterpark
Water all up on me like I started eating kosher
Step up in the Stu' you getting second-hand exposure
Such a menace when I'm vegging, they should call me a flight risk
Got so high I went to Heaven, then I started living righteous
Living righteous, trying to at least
I got money on my mind
Cause I'm trying to rest in peace
Can you smell the Aroma?
That's the scent of coming home
Quit your idolizing, you a part of the Attack of the Clones
I'm getting stoned like I'm in the seventeenth century BCE
Pissing people off just to show them who I be
Yung Lean in my ears, GTB to SBE
I'mma smoke your ass up in the Stu', that's on me
Yeah I'm all day swimming through my mind and my thoughts
Shit is feeling like the universe the way I feel so lost
Too much sauce, feel like marinara dripping off the pasta
Heart is frozen in the ocean, where my defroster?
She take all the cold away
She makes me feel all warm inside
I know she still a world away
I need her in my arms tonight
I can feel the Earth dying when I gaze into her eyes
Death knocking on my door still, what a surprise
I told him, "I'm never dying, why the fuck you even here still"
You never getting near me, quit fiending for my freewill
Infinite divine power in my soul
Cleanse!
Particles from another galaxy
Friends!
Got your girl with me riding shotgun, Benz
I'mma show her the world and turn her life into a motherfucking weekend
Woo!
She take all the cold away (Staring at the city)
She makes me feel all warm inside (I can see it from the sky)
I know she still a world away (Thinking three my lucky number)
I need her in my arms tonight (Open up another eye)
She take all the cold away (Seeing saturated colors)
She makes me feel all warm inside (My senses override)
I know she still a world away (It's the palette of an artist)
I need her in my arms tonight (Hope it's like this when you die)
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Gengembre
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