CHERRY HILL Lyrics

What they say?

Strang said, just talk the way you do

Tell our story the way it's supposed to be told, you know

If we got the ability to create, then create

Sometimes it feels like I shouldn't come around

Stuck in a quarantine

Time is running out

I'll give you more of me

But I should just save myself

Cherry Hill

Sometimes it feels like I shouldn't come around

Stuck in a quarantine

Time is running out

I'll give you more of me

But I should just save myself

Cherry Hill

I made a habit of living so cinematic

That I travel in my mind to the times when I didn't have it

I'm thankful for a dad that didn't let us pretend

His only goal was that his children would be better than him

Being closer to people, but only to get away

It's hard to sleep when you're home in a different state

What gives a lot, and only takes a little

It ain't easy to say this, but life is simple

Don't overanalyze, my handle like the hand of God's

I'm one of a kind, my character can't be standardized

Just let it breathe

Okay, now bring the chorus in

Sometimes it feels like I shouldn't come around

Stuck in a quarantine

Time is running out

I'll give you more of me

But I should just save myself

Cherry Hill

Sometimes it feels like I shouldn't come around

Stuck in a quarantine

Time is running out

I'll give you more of me

But I should just save myself

Cherry Hill

Poet Laureate meets an oratory vet

Independent thinking like the story of Tibet

What's valued in the East isn't important to the West

You can sell your soul for less, that's as global as it gets

Everything how it's supposed to be, close to me then you know it's me

Apprehensive to love, but I wish a hater would notice me

If Kicks is setting the precedent, you should vote for me

I'm so awoke that I'm hoping I could just go to sleep

Feeling like Don Cornelius with the soul train

If struggle is your hustle, then what you selling is propane

When half of your personality is your gold chain

They lacking originality, it's a cold game

Cocaine make your mouth number than the house drummer

Hand to hand plays on the corner like a route runner

When the flow is like pulling the rug from out under

Whole lot of smoke, so I got my nose and my mouth covered

Let's tell our story the way it's supposed to be told

I went to the top of Cherry Hill to find my abilities

Find my strength, find my reasons to grow

What is my purpose? What do I want

The Waves Never Stop

No, the Waves Never Stop

Create, Create