Mist Riding Sampan

Yeah pull up slow on the willow shore Let the eight o eights melt like afternoon rain It's that jangly vibe you know hmm hmm yeah Glide through the mist bamboo plunt in my hand Stone bridge load that's the posture of the land Tea leaves dance when the water meets the clay Got a rhythm so old but it grooves today Silk on my sleeve yeah the texture stay light Footsteps syncopated on the cobblestone lines No rush in my chest just the tide in my chest Like a lofi loop put my worries to rest Oh west lake flow take me where the willows grow Soft as silk slow as rhyme Water town unwind oh west lake flow Like a dusty vinyl crackle street musician Plucking strings that'll shuffle time to december With the oars that paddle I'm a boat in the mist Yeah my mood's a paddle they talk fast I move slower dragon well tea no need for a chaser Eight o eights hum like a dragonfly hover This ain't flex this a different kind of posture Oh west lake flow take me where the willows grow Soft as silk slow as rhyme Water town unwind let the rain tap out a pattern On the lotus leaves city in the distance But my soul's at ease no need to prove Just exist in the breeze hip hop from the waterways Feel the peace yeah Let the beat ripple out Like a stone skipped across the centuries Is that jang the hip hop you feel it flow