Over your head like I scrape skies
Chattin shit but they heard it on the grapevine
Have a sip, little spliff, man I'm chilling
Have a great time
They told me have some patience brudda, gotta take time
Just make sure you keep on moving like a great white
I ain't picking or choosing, I just make mine
Then configure my movement to the bass line
She don't mean nothing but my hand around her waistline
Right now I just need an ample way to waste time
Float around the clouds, I don't need to use the mainline
Though what's the difference? I ain't going nowhere, same time
(Bang another baseline)
Figured more than once, all I needed is one shot
Climbing up the ladders till it slips and it all drops
What's wrong with starting again
Though it's tiring, I'm too worn down to pretend
Uh
Circle small, anymore it get difficult
Always snakes in the grass, that's typical
See the face under mask, too visible
Always just when you thought that you seen it all
Surprise, surprise, demise and rise
I must have tried about a thousand times to cut through
So I gotta carve my own way out
Spit facts on the tune that's playing our blues
Living in a world that's playing with truth
Gotta go in to get out, what else we gon' do?
Tried moving the work and shoveling dirt
And it's always gone and put me straight back in the booth
Now I'm holding the weight coz I'm grown these days
Gotta make stacks till I own the estate
Nice holidays in a vibrant place
I know they wanna look in
It's acquired taste
I'm back on the rhythm, it won't stop
Flow so wavy, baby, I'm making the boat rock
Out here till the show stop
You don't want none of this
Your face so shocked
Like
Over your head so I say it twice
Chat shit but all that does is waste time
Have a sip, little spliff and I'm spinning, not a great time
I got no patience, brudda, no break time
They say you gotta keep it moving like a bait guy
But give a f*ck what they think, I gotta make mine
Light a fat one with a bad one to the bass line
Though she don't mean nothin so my hand no longer round her waistline
Right now ain't needing any means to waste time
Breathing out the clouds
Still racking miles up on trainline
Though that's the difference, I ain't going nowhere, same time
Bang another baseline line laaa
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Over your head like I scrape skies
Chattin shit but they heard it on the grapevine
Have a sip, little spliff, man I'm chilling
Have a great time
They told me have some patience brudda, gotta take time
Just make sure you keep on moving like a great white
I ain't picking or choosing, I just make mine
Then configure my movement to the bass line
She don't mean nothing but my hand around her waistline
Right now I just need an ample way to waste time
Float around the clouds, I don't need to use the mainline
Though what's the difference? I ain't going nowhere, same time
(Bang another baseline)
Figured more than once, all I needed is one shot
Climbing up the ladders till it slips and it all drops
What's wrong with starting again
Though it's tiring, I'm too worn down to pretend
Uh
Circle small, anymore it get difficult
Always snakes in the grass, that's typical
See the face under mask, too visible
Always just when you thought that you seen it all
Surprise, surprise, demise and rise
I must have tried about a thousand times to cut through
So I gotta carve my own way out
Spit facts on the tune that's playing our blues
Living in a world that's playing with truth
Gotta go in to get out, what else we gon' do?
Tried moving the work and shoveling dirt
And it's always gone and put me straight back in the booth
Now I'm holding the weight coz I'm grown these days
Gotta make stacks till I own the estate
Nice holidays in a vibrant place
I know they wanna look in
It's acquired taste
I'm back on the rhythm, it won't stop
Flow so wavy, baby, I'm making the boat rock
Out here till the show stop
You don't want none of this
Your face so shocked
Like
Over your head so I say it twice
Chat shit but all that does is waste time
Have a sip, little spliff and I'm spinning, not a great time
I got no patience, brudda, no break time
They say you gotta keep it moving like a bait guy
But give a f*ck what they think, I gotta make mine
Light a fat one with a bad one to the bass line
Though she don't mean nothin so my hand no longer round her waistline
Right now ain't needing any means to waste time
Breathing out the clouds
Still racking miles up on trainline
Though that's the difference, I ain't going nowhere, same time
Bang another baseline line laaa
Chattin shit but they heard it on the grapevine
Have a sip, little spliff, man I'm chilling
Have a great time
They told me have some patience brudda, gotta take time
Just make sure you keep on moving like a great white
I ain't picking or choosing, I just make mine
Then configure my movement to the bass line
She don't mean nothing but my hand around her waistline
Right now I just need an ample way to waste time
Float around the clouds, I don't need to use the mainline
Though what's the difference? I ain't going nowhere, same time
(Bang another baseline)
Figured more than once, all I needed is one shot
Climbing up the ladders till it slips and it all drops
What's wrong with starting again
Though it's tiring, I'm too worn down to pretend
Uh
Circle small, anymore it get difficult
Always snakes in the grass, that's typical
See the face under mask, too visible
Always just when you thought that you seen it all
Surprise, surprise, demise and rise
I must have tried about a thousand times to cut through
So I gotta carve my own way out
Spit facts on the tune that's playing our blues
Living in a world that's playing with truth
Gotta go in to get out, what else we gon' do?
Tried moving the work and shoveling dirt
And it's always gone and put me straight back in the booth
Now I'm holding the weight coz I'm grown these days
Gotta make stacks till I own the estate
Nice holidays in a vibrant place
I know they wanna look in
It's acquired taste
I'm back on the rhythm, it won't stop
Flow so wavy, baby, I'm making the boat rock
Out here till the show stop
You don't want none of this
Your face so shocked
Like
Over your head so I say it twice
Chat shit but all that does is waste time
Have a sip, little spliff and I'm spinning, not a great time
I got no patience, brudda, no break time
They say you gotta keep it moving like a bait guy
But give a f*ck what they think, I gotta make mine
Light a fat one with a bad one to the bass line
Though she don't mean nothin so my hand no longer round her waistline
Right now ain't needing any means to waste time
Breathing out the clouds
Still racking miles up on trainline
Though that's the difference, I ain't going nowhere, same time
Bang another baseline line laaa
Writer: Adam Cruttenden
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