Lyrics: Nathan Graham/Clem Appleby-Sherring/Srigala Temple-Smith/Elisa Imperilee/Bel Cobain
Music: Nathan Graham/Clem Appleby-Sherring/Srigala Temple-Smith/Elisa Imperilee/Bel Cobain
Feeling like I lost it lately
Days on my own thing roaming
Jungle; but theres no Bagheera's
Living off my own impulses
But this worlds imploding
Aint no control z
Ain't no control full stop.
Fate'll bake us all brown bread one day
So, you decide.reaper sycthe, walk the line.
On a knifes edge, spice heads,
Rummaging scrap here β rat race running through time
In the guise of reason we skeam on
Crossed fingers...
The hunger for sun through winters
The hope mumbles keep on.
I just woke up out the dream to the sun
Yellow rays shimmer
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it.
Pray for the better days inshallah,
Turn autumnal and brisk
With the springtime lining in a silvery colour
While we're burning up the sage
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.
Storms at home and the suns outside
Stuck in the doorway, I was a child of the sun i'm a part of a tribe
Sand by the shore-ways touched by the tips of my toes and my eye-lids rise
Sink with the sunlight, I saw the blood in the gun fight
Head in the same waters that a mum cries
And I feel the same sore loads when I bun thai
Crazy how I had to fill my own..
Company it's all smoke and mirrors til you drown your phone
I'm at one in the daytime
Deep rooted in the faith
Guess I had to heal these bruises to free me from feeling the ache like...
I just woke up out the dream to the sun
Yellow rays shimmer
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it.
Pray for the better days inshallah,
Turn autumnal and brisk
With the springtime lining in a silvery colour
While we're burning up the sage
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.
Feeling like I lost my family.
But I was raised on the low like simba.
Except for when there no rafiki's
Living off your own inscentives
Feel it when the flow crescendos
Ain't a firework here
Bang stick and them buying work there
Anticipate final finalΓ©
Cos I clocked now
It's the lyrics that allow me
Channel this sage in sound
Been up we been doubty too but...
Can't slip on this slope
It's self built sticky and false
Nah come we get rid of this
God played a trick and its a joke
Tryna feel the sun on my boat.
I just woke up out the dream to the sun
Yellow rays shimmer
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it.
Pray for the better days inshallah,
Turn autumnal and brisk
With the springtime lining in a silvery colour
While we're burning up the sage
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.