Waves

作曲：Elijah Fox,Solomon Fox,Louis Bartolini

Pour that cup, roll that blunt

Keep on floating 'til your mind get stuck

Say what's real or hold yo' my tongue

Keep on floating 'til ya feel messed up

Pour that cup, roll that blunt

Keep on floating 'til your mind get stuck

Say what's real or hold yo' tongue

Keep on floating 'til ya feel messed up

When in doubt, settle down, it's hard to see

But I'm swimming on painted clouds

I'm taking my time, I'm moving slowly

All I know is what I want and that's to be free

Used to think I wasn't good enough

I couldn't feel the love

But now I'm making waves

Now I'm making waves (I'm preaching)

Now I'm making waves, yeah (yeah)

(Now I'm waking waves, waves)

Now I'm making waves (now I'm waking waves)

Now I'm making waves (yeah)

Tired of being tired, ain't tired of being live

I'm born a Gemini so I'm tired of choosing sides

Some drank in my cup (cup), it's a habit, no crutch

Reminiscing on the days when you had my trust

Summer nights spent together saying when I blow up

We'd get a house in the Hills, somewhere that we could go chill

Until my journey got harder and the road got real

I was missing for months, metaphorically speaking

Mind on all the attention and all the love that I'm seeing

Blame my ** for the distance, but, **, I had to go reach it

Now, uh, look

Now the only way you hear me through the speaker, I'm preaching (ohh)

When in doubt, settle down, sometimes it's hard

But I'm swimming on painted clouds

Taking my time, I'm moving slowly

All I know is what I want and that's to be free

Used to think I wasn't good enough

I couldn't feel the love

Now I'm making waves

Now I'm making waves

Used to think that I ain't good enough

I couldn't feel the love and that's change

Now I'm making waves

You talk your brother? Just talk to chief

Hope all is well, he and I were rapping

No, we was sayin', you know, man

Obviously you got crazy traction, fans and all of this

Um, but sometimes, man, people can't digest

You know, all the lyrics, metaphors, similes

You know, sometimes you might be giving 'em too much

And sometimes, you know, you might need to, you know

Bring it down, just a, just a notch, just a notch

So that way they can digest it, you see what I'm saying

Everybody doesn't have that sort of palette

You know I mean, so you gotta make it palatable, you know what I mean

Everybody can eat Chipotle

Everybody can't go to a place with a special menu

To a place that doesn't have prices on the menu, you know what I mean

To a place where the food is seasonal

To a place where the menu changes, you know what I mean

But we want everybody to eat

So do what you gotta do, I'ma holla at you

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