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letra de coasting on - sinclair the mage

these days i lie low
wonder where the time goes
music money same show
messing with the same
nothing feels new to me
never cared about foes
no one out there fooling me
n0body that i know
trust can be a new flow
approach on my tip toes
i got so much love in my heart for my daughter yeh
still i leave a sp-ce in my heart where the blade goes
guess i call it fate no
evеrybody takes bro
guess thats how i feel tho
hard to keep it real so
world is gеtting colder yeh
freezing in the fake snow
i won’t even say so
sometimes better walk away
back to where i lie low
and pray i get another day
pray that i can make a way
family gotta eat
people out here grinding
feel the pressure over me
what depression for the week
what’s the pressing matter see
we got problems while awake
still your crying in your sleep
wake up to reality
wipe your eyes and take a knee sometimes
either that or wrist might bleed sometimes
smoke some weed sometimes
call somebody wet the sheet sometimes
you might have to holla me sometimes
i need the sea sometimes
gaze out where the ocean meats the end
in a place where i can’t front and can’t pretend
close my eyes and hold you like a friend
cos tomorrow it starts over again
it starts over again
life worth living
somewhere deep in my dreams i coast
hard time being
somewhere in a day dream i know
but where i go or i don’t
il keep holding on
where i go or i don’t
il be coasting on
coasting on

let me hear your war cry
running into battle
no such thing as third eye
when you move like cattle
plain and simple like the third guy
in a group of two
somewhere you just don’t belong
when will someone change the rules
more more left is there to prove
when your hoping for a feud
hoping that you blow up if they blow up on the news
post a postcode war so all your profiles turning blue
lets just protest for today till that post ain’t nothing new
then call it progress
i might need a remedy for pro stress yet no less
changes come in packs of two with gold chains and bald heads
tell me what that brother did to cry out and call feds
tell me what that brother did to cry out
these days i lie low just to block out noise
so much going on but not enough to fill the void
oh how times have changed from 53s up griffin hill
oh how times have changed from torture run outs with your boys
i might have to knock a door and run off just to feel my youth sometimes
i remember duck duck goose sometimes
50p juice sometimes
shola ama tunes them times
playing football in your shoes them times
i get the blues sometimes
so gaze out where the ocean meets the end
in a place where i can’t front and can’t pretend
close my eyes remembering back then
and tomorrow it starts over again
it starts over again
life worth living
somewhere deep in my dreams i coast
hard time being
somewhere in a day dream i know
but where i go or i don’t
il keep holding on
where i go or i don’t
il be coasting on
coasting on
coasting on
coasting on
il il be il il be
il il be il il be
il il be il il be
il il be il il be

- sinclair the mage

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