Sea Blues ft. NAWE Lyrics

Got my day off

Yea more time with the same scars

Living my life with my dealt cards

Going above what they all thought

Chasing the highs

Head in the clouds

Ruminating and it goes all around

Leaps and bounds

Changing my name

But I'll never be the one to alter my sound

Spin the game on its side ay 90 degrees

I ain't a horse, but all of these fakes be riding me

Flows come and go with fleeting melodies

I'll express it how I want to if not go and suck on deez

Sitting at home spitting my rhymes, it all be therapeutic

Head locked with these memories all in the basement

Ford aint my favourite car but I stay with focus

Shooting the lock 3 2 1, now its swinging open

Rippin cones put me in a catatonic state

Make my magnum opus which won't be acknowledged what a waste

Nothings straight, mind body, my meat don't een stay in place

God damn bruh my meat ain't even pointing straight

Sea Blues

Yea like waves we crashing through

Don't hit my line yea

Im not in the mood

Too Soon

Yea these boys ain't got a clue

Buckle up

Cause you ain't follow the rules

Get high

Big Nights

Days not over baby come through

Sea blues

Quit the attitude

Flows like the waves

Get you right in the mood

I'm clean

Rappin flowing with steam

Yea she love my pocket rocket

I aint talking Cochise

Dripping with yellow

I dress really mellow

I get loose

Like I got mead

Youngin like Melo

Yea I never settle

Y'all flows old

It just sound cheap

Sounding like kids that just can't read

Put me in class and I just lead

Carry the torch to my throne for my G JC

Filaments burning too bright

Can't keep up with me you'll blow a fuse

I lost a chain? Don't be too rude

Chain lost me cause I never lose

Im clean

And my watch is pristine

Better keep your head down

When I'm taking risky, yeah

Gently, target like a sentry

That's a, man down

When I ride the Bentley, yeah

Six times, what? What?

Rewind

'Way I'm triple cupped up

When I hit the peace sign, yeah

Waste time

Why the fuck you waste time?

All these clowns 'tryna hit

Let me hit the FaceTime, yeah

Sea Blues

Yea like waves we crashing through

Don't hit my line yea

Im not in the mood

Too Soon

Yea these boys ain't got a clue

Buckle up

Cause you ain't follow the rules

Get high

Big Nights

Days not over baby come through

Sea blues

Quit the attitude

Flows like the waves

Get you right in the mood