Nemo Achida - Slave to the Wave lyrics

rate me

Don’t worry, lose your spirit

This feels like waiting at the stadium

And that feels like waking up to AMs

Millions like men in time bringing them

I flow harder than these men since the day we prints

I had a raw fingering on my baby prints

My queen bridge mama kept me in them…

Ask a couple fathers and that’s what I slipped their daughters in

Crook home, smack her in the back seat, no problem

In the blazer regular night, no promise

Switch it up, I had them hoes on my jeans, my job

Douglas … in my jeans, got robbed well

Everybody else but me, he let me dry

We are true story but off topic

But just another testimony of where the glow has got me

Raise to the grave, taste of greats, I’m a slave to the wave

Close to the face

And I’m afraid if I lose my words ‘cause what’s silence?

Silence with balled up feelings and that’s promise

That’s half those blows where I’ve been through violence

You don’t wanna see me strapped, I’ll probably whiling, all out

You wanna get down, go ahead and bow this, all out

All out, alright, ok

And if robbing is a drug, then my shit straight drop

First time, never take a hit and never stop

And it’s not love, just a feeling that you got

Chase that feeling till you fuck around and drop

Chase that feeling till you bleeding like low so

If it’s short season better hope it’s bicoastal

Nobody around here tryina be local

Raise to the grave, taste of greats, I’m a slave to the wave

Close to the face