Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
rearrange ya things
Cause once the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but the devil was in my town
Looking for me
But
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
For the love mayne
It serenades my soul
Lemme share a lil story bout this kid
So this kid was a naughty little boy
Fortunate enough to be raised by
Wasteland soldier, these are tha dayz of our livez
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
when I need savior
This just my thought trap in window
Eyes see tightrope. Mind think limbo
Twist my motion
Made of matter therefore it matter
Is this
no joke
Don't go thinking you know who the fuck I am
Off a secondhand story from your man
Get up off my dick!
No joke, no joke
Don't go thinking
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
our eyes wide
Goofy like we painted by Pablo Picasso
Fiasco fiasco, in the mornin' hit Roscoe's
Say hi to Obama eatin' chicken and waffles
But my eyes
And that's a statement of which I concur
I write these words, my mind's absurd
It's like I'm running out of time, I'm just trying to be heard
So I dig deep in
just another victim of a second-hand serenade,
And here I am wishing for another taste,
I'll catch my breath but wont make it at this rate.
With a touch
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
it low
Imma make her jump, twist, shake, redefine her shape
Baby this for you a serenade
Make this shit sound like a fairy tale, a fairy tale (Ghoat)
and nights grow long
I'm missing something in my song
Til one summer day I found you in my way
And I knew I was done
Hand grenades and serenades can't
may be,
But for poor old Bobby, it's a stormy sea.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the laughter and tears, in the night and day,
I'll serenade the world in my own
the moonlight, freedom in our glee,
Strawberry lemonade, you're my sweet melody (ooh-yeah).
Bridge
In the melody of laughter, our tale unfolds,
A sweet serenade
Never slowed, I kept my story untold
I spit this shit from my soul
I let them pills take control wield and behold 'cause
Pictures on the wall can twist
Plot twist 'cause the change gone come
Keep your faith going up
You'll be made in this wonderful world
Same story, ain't a damn thang change
What I'm
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
"Last
Opera
Phantom
Sunset falling on the coast of a serenade
Sunset falling on the coast of a serenade
Uh
Flashbacks of my adolescence
I gotta thank
took so long to write
There will be other words some other day
But that's the story of my life
Comfort in my coffee cup, apples in the early fall
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
Something's wrong
I feel it circling
Like vultures round my brain
Couldn't see the danger in your eyes
Draw me in
Got me spinning now
Like water
weary before the lifting of the veil
Every night I try the same thing
By the firelight
Another drink, another serenade
Every night I try the same thing
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