Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Baby say she from the hood
But from the avenues
She trying to stunt and trying to front
Like she got attitude
I bet a mill' she get her thrills all from the altitude
Can't sense the magnitude of
Panoramic panic on the planet
But she's practiced in detachment
Gone to hell in handbasket in an afternoon
Still feeling fantastic when she off the absolute
Hop in her chariot and she could change the latitude
The weathers excellent in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Baby say he from a fortune
But he's destitute
How he sitting on a mill'
But still got dirty shoes
But boy he cute
I'd let him hitch a ride
See something new
Saw those eyes get hypnotized
By hedonism in pariahs
Found the runaways messiah
He ain't burning tires for the fumes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He got plenty to supply you for the ride
And heard your weathers nice in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
I bet when we'd see the ocean
We'd stop the bluffing
Hit the boardwalk for the function
The sunset golden
And out here we'd never have to fear
We'd feel rejoicement come tomorrow
Toss our sorrows to the winds
We'd count the sands and call them our successes
Cause then they're endless
These the moments we'll hold precious
Our carnal pleasures
Hope to return to this essence
Just to keep us replenished
Let us pray our car is broken
Let us pray our car is stolen
Let us pray our car is lost
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
LoveSeat - Oasis Lyrics
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Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Baby say she from the hood
But from the avenues
She trying to stunt and trying to front
Like she got attitude
I bet a mill' she get her thrills all from the altitude
Can't sense the magnitude of
Panoramic panic on the planet
But she's practiced in detachment
Gone to hell in handbasket in an afternoon
Still feeling fantastic when she off the absolute
Hop in her chariot and she could change the latitude
The weathers excellent in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Baby say he from a fortune
But he's destitute
How he sitting on a mill'
But still got dirty shoes
But boy he cute
I'd let him hitch a ride
See something new
Saw those eyes get hypnotized
By hedonism in pariahs
Found the runaways messiah
He ain't burning tires for the fumes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He got plenty to supply you for the ride
And heard your weathers nice in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
I bet when we'd see the ocean
We'd stop the bluffing
Hit the boardwalk for the function
The sunset golden
And out here we'd never have to fear
We'd feel rejoicement come tomorrow
Toss our sorrows to the winds
We'd count the sands and call them our successes
Cause then they're endless
These the moments we'll hold precious
Our carnal pleasures
Hope to return to this essence
Just to keep us replenished
Let us pray our car is broken
Let us pray our car is stolen
Let us pray our car is lost
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Tryna find our own oasis
Far from here
Baby say she from the hood
But from the avenues
She trying to stunt and trying to front
Like she got attitude
I bet a mill' she get her thrills all from the altitude
Can't sense the magnitude of
Panoramic panic on the planet
But she's practiced in detachment
Gone to hell in handbasket in an afternoon
Still feeling fantastic when she off the absolute
Hop in her chariot and she could change the latitude
The weathers excellent in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Baby say he from a fortune
But he's destitute
How he sitting on a mill'
But still got dirty shoes
But boy he cute
I'd let him hitch a ride
See something new
Saw those eyes get hypnotized
By hedonism in pariahs
Found the runaways messiah
He ain't burning tires for the fumes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He got plenty to supply you for the ride
And heard your weathers nice in Santa Cruz
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
Trying to evade it
Trying to escape it
Ain't planning on breaking
What we running away from
I bet when we'd see the ocean
We'd stop the bluffing
Hit the boardwalk for the function
The sunset golden
And out here we'd never have to fear
We'd feel rejoicement come tomorrow
Toss our sorrows to the winds
We'd count the sands and call them our successes
Cause then they're endless
These the moments we'll hold precious
Our carnal pleasures
Hope to return to this essence
Just to keep us replenished
Let us pray our car is broken
Let us pray our car is stolen
Let us pray our car is lost
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
I don't ever want to return
Writer: Henry Rudolph
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid