waverunner 700
[Intro]
Hey
Now come on
Woo
Check 2, 1, 2
Yeah yeah
Come on
[Hook]
Conversations ain’t nothin'
With butterflies in my stomach
These waves run at 700
Lotta fakes, got all day, say something
Conversations ain’t nothin'
With butterflies in my stomach
These waves run at 700
[Verse 1]
On my Joji shit
Yeah, up 'til 3 AM, I’m so bad at this
Yeah, tucking shirt in pants, think my fashion slick
Yeah, saw them dorsal fins, guess we sprung a leak
Yeah, suffer consequence, hope I’m stuck in teeth
Yeah, not some pray who preys, when I’m in too deep
I meditate so my brain can breathe
Yeah, used to pack that flower now I’m making tea
That other kind of flour make your nasal bleed
Got some place to be? Nah, just stay right here
We can to top these obstacles placed by all our peers
If we drown, that’s topical, hook can’t reel us in
But I gotta be honest, all these thoughts persist
Girl, we fell like autumn clothes in the wrong season
But they wanted dominoes and they placed their bets
Out the closet optimist 'cause we made more sense
I gotta tell ya
[Bridge]
I know we can’t make time go slow
But baby we can change minds
Some folks hold tight to the grapevine
So cold, so froze, let’s break the ice
‘Cause
[Hook]
Conversations ain’t nothin'
With butterflies in my stomach
These waves run at 700
Lotta fakes, got all day, say something
Conversations ain’t nothin'
With butterflies in my stomach
These waves run at 700
[Verse 2]
(I know, I know, I know)
I say that shit too many times
Never put this cash on my live
All words, these actions hide
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Promises fall through your hands
Quit talking that comic sans
Get a grip, get off your ass
Crisis at the quarter life, eyes like I’m in Coraline
Fighting for that gorgeous smile, haven’t seen my own
In a minute, course I’m fine
Puffin' on that forest pine
Needles on that 45, played when we alone
Water’s great, come and take a dip
Bounce to this cadence
Slip out of them labels
Sit down on your favorite shhh
Lounge with me baby, this
Round don’t need KO’s
We’ll solve all this later
[Outro]
André 3-dot solo (Solo) when I hit up your phone (Your phone)
Why put suspense in a fucking “hello” (Hello)
Done all that I could do (I do), miss me with that excuse (Excuse)
Seeing my breath in the middle of June
The middle of June, the middle of June