Palace in the Sun (feat. Ryce & Chance Thrash) Video (MV)

When I'm seeing something blue beside your name inside my messages
It leaves me breathless, you shouldn't have to question this
A little fine thing with some cali in her blood
I think I found another one, I'm Khalid with the drums
I wrote a ballad for you hun to get a palace in the sun
Upon a hill a couple miles from the valley that you're from
From the alleys of Racine, you got my heart racing in this lonestar
State
It was both our fate, to stumble upon each other this way
And it's hard for me to say but I'm afraid to fall in love
But you serenade my mind just like the mornings and the doves and my daily cup of coffee
I can tell you that I'm falling and nobodies there to stop me
See you get me like no one else
Your a story that poets for generations after my body has decomposed inside a garden
Spirit and some carbon
When I'm by your side it makes me feel less of a martian
Pardon all my jargon, I hope you understand it
Because if I stole your soul then I'm your favorite kind of bandit
Nod was out the window so you touched the soul of Brandon
So I wrote a song about my favorite wonder of this planet, it was you
Get you a palace in the sun
Me and you, we can do whatever
I buy you a palace in the sun
I need you forever
Forever
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun, I want a palace
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun so I can spend some time with you
I want a palace in the sun, I want a palace
I'ma grind until I get that house that's sitting on the hills
So I can watch the sun set while I'm sitting on a mill
I'm counting 1, 2, 3 M's inside my bank account
It's not enough until my story's being filmed in paramount
The blackcoats gang
You know that is the foot team
And it could seem like we're distant but we're on the same page
Nobody gave us shine so we paved out own ways
Like some masons with the craft, crashing basins understaffed
Started off with 9, so you see we're the only ones that last
There's no more eating craft, we're munching on some
And some trays full of cheese that is old as Barney Rubble
See our energy from hubble. Our waves are so cosmic
Started with a broken heart I turned into some profit
Now I'm just a prophet with some hundred dollar pockets
With some hundred dollar pockets
Now I'm just a prophet with some hundred dollar pockets
With some hundred dollar pockets
Now I'm just a prophet with some hundred dollar pockets