We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.
  •    
  •    
  •    

    Watsky / Lyrics

    Playlist 0 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Love Letters" Lyrics

    Watsky

    Album:
    Genre:
    Duration:00:04:29
    Rank: (−)
    Rate:
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »

    Video

    Lyrics

    The drum is never the enemy of the pen
    But when I'm meeting mentally with beat and melody then
    One of me can turn into ten of me
    If there's ten of me, tell me how many heavenly similes can we blend?
    Like women and men would fall with no friends
    Like a rose would fall with no stem
    Like most folks follow trends
    Like Os follow LMNs
    That's how well I know life flows with the elements
    As sunrise kills an evening
    As stars die and a night sky is grieving
    As man sees what he has when it's leaving
    You gone is as asthma to breathing
    That's how much I need you in my life
    I'm never gonna ever leave you in my lifetime
    'Cause every time I hear line that shows me I'm not alone it's saving me
    'Cause I know that that's a lifeline
    Like minds—this is our home and they won't ruin it easily
    'Cause the wolf is gonna blow until he's blue in the cheek
    And me and you and the crew can go take a snooze in the street
    And the bulldozer can come chew on our feet
    We never let 'em through
    We'll build a levy
    Limit the river's level
    Steady the flood and begin with a pebble
    Lend me one syllable
    Come if you're ready to shovel
    Run if you're shaking
    But I know that today is not my Waterloo

    You've made a place where I'm welcome
    And although I give voice to it seldom
    Know I love you
    Nobody's above you
    And if you love someone then you tell them

    Every day the planet's losing IQ points
    But people still bumping Ice Cube joints
    So I've got hope
    And every day I'm seeking my true voice and looking up at a bright new choice
    'Cause everybody's got a hustle and everyone's trying to push it
    It's tricky to find the kush hiking up a mountain of bullshit
    And there's another mountain of bullshit next to it littered with glitter, money
    And strippers they're selling as good shit
    It's nothing new up at the core though
    Everything same as it's always been only more so
    Of course so same token, while there's life there is truth
    While there's truth it demands to be spoken
    And someone's gonna speak it
    It's really not a secret
    You just need to search it
    You just needto seek it
    And though we like to worship a geniusin a coffin
    We often forget that there's prophets among us walking
    And I know because I hear 'em when I amin the clouds
    And I got my music up and jamming it loud
    And dammit whatever I am or could ever become I'm positive that I will
    Always be a fan in the crowd
    So gimme gimme gimme
    Dylan and Biggy
    Hit me with Jimi, Emily Dickinson, Eminem, Nikki Giovanni
    Lennon, Kendrick, Gambino, Rafa, Chinaka, Dahlak and Missy,
    Saul and Beau and Paul and Kweli, Chali 2na and Chance and Seneca

    (Go in poet!)
    86 I was thrown in the mix, saying
    (Go in poet!)
    86 anyone who would stand in the path of a kid saying
    (Go in poet!)
    86 bitches, 86 cups full of lean
    (Go in poet!)
    86 bars, infinity ways to say what I mean

    You've made a place where I'm welcome
    And although I give voice to it seldom
    Know I love you
    Nobody's above you
    And if you love someone then you tell them

    So if you're blocking the future I wanna to walk toward
    Suit yourself we're gonna lock swords
    But it's a wash if you're saying "Watsky I could rock withcha if you didn't talk
    Like some nails on a chalkboard
    I can tell, that you're really on your dope writer tip
    But you'll trip if you don't try to fit
    Maybe you can make it if you ghostwrite a hit
    And sell it to somebody who can ghostride a whip"
    Shieeet I say no sirree
    I can smell the weak shit through the potpourri
    So I'm just gonna do what I do
    You take a minute or two and Google "Tim and Magoo"
    I love the that life I picked even if it ain't plush
    I'm too glad complain much
    I'm in the lab in a drab world
    While these fuckers dab and do dabs and I dab on my pad with my paintbrush
    This is for the kids whipping up some home-cooked
    Spitting 86 bars, fuckin' no hook
    Lying in the grass
    Passion their chest
    And a ballpoint pressed in their notebook
    Listen to me, this is for the word
    Looking so fine I'm rubbing coconut oil up in the crack ofdat spine
    This is for the times I'm reminded my mind isn't mine alone
    This if for the poems and the lines
    (And the letters in 'em)

    (Go in poet!)
    86 I was thrown in the mix, saying
    (Go in poet!)
    86 anyone who would stand in the path of a kid saying
    (Go in poet!)
    86 bitches, 86 cups full of lean
    (Go in poet!)
    86 bars, infinity ways to say what I mean

    You've made a place where I'm welcome
    And although I give voice to it seldom
    Know I love you
    Nobody's above you
    And if you love someone then you tell them
    This song was submitted on October 16th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Songs you may also like

    • same album
    • same artist
    • popular on LSI
    • new on LSI

    Contributors

    leaderboard activity

    Comments

    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)