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Tides Low
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Tides Low was released on March 27, 2026 by Latitude 23 Records as a part of the album SUNSICK & WICKED
March 27, 2026
LabelLatitude 23 Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Woo
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo
Whoo
Whoo
Anchor drops where the water turns clear
Radio hum and everybody cheers
Cooler lit sands like it's keeping beat
Sun hits shoulders, burn sweet
Ice melts quick in a plastic cup
Same old song, yeah, we turn it up
Soft and loud, can't hear my phone
But in case I ain't going home
No shoes, no shade
Whole crew, sun-fried
Baby shore, purple lake
You already behind
Turn it up, time is low
Sandbox tank and let the good times roll
Hands in the air, toes in the floor
If you feel that bass, then you already know
Turn it up, don't stop
Such still high, we leave it all
Cold drinks launching, speakers blow
Yeah, this is how the island goes
Turn it up, time is low
Whoo
Boat next door, fireflags up high
Somebody laughing way too loud
The lottery slides under like it owns the place
Nobody had it, we get a space
Lime head sprung, that first ship green
Ten lives crooked, yeah, but we lead it
Cry, don't take hands, the second round
I hear time just melts down
No plan, no map
Just flow and buy
Any stress and now
You're doing it wrong, my God
Turn it up, time is low
Sandbox tank and let the good times roll
Hands in the air, toes in the floor
If you feel that bass, then you already know
Turn it up, don't stop
Such still high, we leave it all
Cold drinks launching, speakers blow
Yeah, this is how the island goes
Turn it up, time is low
Whoo
Whoo
Tomorrow call, let it ring
We weren't built for everything
Right now's loud, right so
This is all we need to know
Hold it back, feel that drum
Summer smile, we ain't done
Turn it up, time is low
Hope ain't moving, feel that flow
Bare feet splashing, voices hoarse
This ain't a scene, it's a force
Turn it up, don't fade
Leave it too much, step away
Cold drinks, high flow
Yeah, everybody knows
Turn it up, time is low
Sun slides down, but not us
If the night shows up, we trust
Whoo
Written by: George Douglas Marsh
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