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letra de tides - dorian greyy

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[verse 1]

“why does everything happen the way we least want it too?”
is what i’m asking myself
as i write out my captions, picture imperfect, i try to filter my actions
but end up always rehearsing the habits of past self(s)

they tell me that i’m to wordy. i’d rather be told i’m flirty
been teasing with my emotions my demons are outside lurking
i shake ‘em like ricky bobby and taylor swift off my body
but soon as i take a breath they get on me like it’s a hobby

i’m tryna clean up like dobby, before he received a sock
as long as the clocks ticking i’m not about to stop
with the little i have remaining i’m taking it to the top
with the little i have i’m shaking i’m praying i’m not forgot

or remembered as if a failure no stranger to all the talk
forever is way too long too never get up and walk

i’m deep in the splash zone [x3}
dive

ever deeper and deeper, the last drop in the beaker
finding solace in my (sorrow), mama said i need preacher
but holy men don’t believe in me, not while luci beseeching me
(if) if i was numb to it all…

[hook] x2
i’m getting caught in the tide
without a surf board hope you’re down for the ride!
never could swim, put my worries aside
dive. dive!

[verse 2]
i’ll probably never be perfect but i’ll be fine
as long as somebody listens to half of what’s in these lines
my heart’s in my punctuation, my peace in my state of mind
the pieces left of my heart are the pieces i left behind

i know that it gets confusing i’m struggling with it too
my goal is that when it’s finished the finish is rear view
i’m a fool to a wise man and a wise to a young fool
without a place in the world to utilize my tools

i’m tryna pay back my dues, but -ssets don’t wanna move
manchester is on the news, the fuck do i gotta do
to blow up like i’m the bomber and dip out with kiki palmer
and not get tossed in the garbage or cl-ssified with them either

i’m anakin’s grandfather in manikin form bothered
by rappers that can’t rap but made it so much farther
i guess it falls back on me i could have worked so much harder
but woulda, coulda, and shoulda ain’t helping me much at all

(dog, im not a god.)

[hook] x2
[verse 3]
as i stand on the beach, looking over the horizon
i see flickers of heat in the place my third eye is
as i blink i’m faced with my false idols
i’m struggling, struggling, to leave them all idle
[break]

ayo yo oh

[bridge] x2

moments of your life are slipping by ya
(are ya?) gonna drown or get the fi-ya?
(i ain’t.) going down i’m getting high-ya
get the fi-ya, get the fi-ya

[outro]

- dorian greyy

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