its' the wave its the wave that you have its the braids under your hat it's the way you never call back and the games that i play you don't know about their all about you and your sports shoes your white hat stuntin on em' im bored as hell baby slazenger drags on my nikes and covers up my tattered ends you're my loose ends my mummer sows you up and i rip you down like the sipping your favourite juice from your favourite cup
this place is foggy in the attic house im seeing into the future and its you and me in white sheets for eternity and your slurred words i lap them up like velvet like a cat sitting in your lap
and when you stand up i go sit in the corner and wait for you to come back if you're gone for any longer i ill be sad so think about that before you commit to any more without you there's a hole in my shoes without you im drunk all the time and im so broke i rest under the street lamps white sheets white sheets are calling me or maybe their silk or maybe you're so wavy so trill sleeping on you like i want to
its' the wave its the wave that you have its the braids under your hat it's the way you never call back and the games that i play you don't know about their all about you and your white shoes your sports hat
and your sports brands and your wave i think im in love with you and all that i think you know about that