Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Winston Salk
Songwriter
Lyrics
Lay with me
We running out of things to talk about
Just like our city losing water at its feet
Just hit the mayor's line and said this city needs
An abundance of opportunity
For the kids or my friends who changed their whole life's plan
To follow sirens calling out to them
To buy into the wild Wild West
And baby I'm fine as your Highness
Try my number now bet You gon get the dial tone
Let ring till phone make a click
Leave a message at the wait before you say it take a break
Think about past mistakes
Dont reiterate
Something spoken on a past date
I don't mean to hate
I simply don't have the time of day for your waste
Cause I'm just
Speaking in rhyme
Following time
I'm booking the parts and making them mine
Beyond glistening shine
Like sparkling lights
Flares in the sky
Enough to brighten the night
Enough to frighten the might
The will that's building inside
It's all that I got
Shit Im doing fine
Just doing fine
Don't need perfection just a nod and a sign
God I'm I'll in my mind
Just
Lay with me
We running out of things to talk about
Just like our city losing water at its feet
Just hit the mayor's line and said this city needs
An abundance of opportunity
For the kids or my friends who changed their whole life's plan
To follow sirens calling out to them
To buy into the wild Wild West
And baby I'm fine as your Highness
Every single balanced check
Every time I get too stressed
Or just need some rest
Every time I hop in and out of dreams
Rolling in some sheets sweating thoughts depressed
You collect my crazed feelings
Always in a daze but you appealing
Hazy eyes but that dress your killing
Don't need the glitter I want face revealing
I've lived the best life
Out in nature running ain't no stress I
Came at things with open chest might
Striving for the best light so what's left I
Try to analyze until I break it down
Yea Believed in peoples true words and sounds
Don't deceive a man because their proud
Just believe a man because he stood his ground
Don't play the part until you run out
It will drain your soul and take the fun out
So just pick your dot and pull the gun out
Either it's a glock or words that strung out
How come the sweeter life is what we're striving for
But the sweeter nights are when were young and poor
Find your way through anything thick or thin
Tougher than a rhino or a cheetah skin
I gotta see the parks reserves filled with dark
Gotta feel the chills watch the fire start
Get knowledge imparted before I'm departed
Writer(s): Winston Salk
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