Big Waves

Lyrics

[Intro] Jerm on the boards Yeah, yeah [Verse] Woke up with the breeze runnin' across my face, turn on the shower, I need to take a cold one With greasy skin after twelve hours of smokin' and leavin' the drapes open, the sun beamin' I'm another day older, two verses better, another page closer of practice Down to see your hearse rollin' down the avenue since you tried to write a verse that's coldеr I'm fallin' apart year round, so my persona impersonatеs October The only reason I'm winnin' is my faith, so I stay on my feet and keep liftin' my shoulders When I can barely walk because the girl I love is gone, so I don't know if she'll ever show up The flow is cold as the hearts of all my exes, so you can't even see my breath when it's snowin' I thought had control of my emotions, but the more I drove past your face on the wall, it caught me off guard and left the back of my hands wet I'm going through shit I didn't know I was The only card I have left to pull out from under my sleeve has my heart on it Rest in peace to Bertha Johnson, me and your son just blew a blunt down in Larimer for you I pray to God for truth because most of these artists are artificial You really do the shit you say, but really you just tell your favorite parts and skip the larger picture Your shit's like the forehead of the Mona Lisa I put my city in a frame with all gold leafin', from my fucked up hairline to my addiction I'm so thankful for all of my flaws and features All of my issues, you won't believe it Keep away from that fuck-shit every day, so my conscience is always clean as a whistle Because the Devil is so deceivin' I told Jerm we're gonna make it out of this mental rut and fuck it up without a bitch ass label either And keep my face down on the page, we want truth, we don't need your fake ass preachin' I remember huffin' ether at Flagstaff and got robbed by those Crips that beat us My mom prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed, so I'm just thankful she did Been grieving' a death for years, and all of a sudden my eyelids started leakin' Stomach twisted in a knot, when we buried you I didn't feel shit, but now it stings me I won't leave my city or stop 'til they compare my stories to August Wilson scenes I got clean on Centre Avenue at the church by the Jitney with a hundred people on the street The truth depicted, nothin' really like what you give us, and I do it sleepin' You've been tryin' too hard for a minute to be somebody different, and that can't be easy It's never been pretty since I got here Had a girl crush, but her dad smoked crack I tripped the alarm off, hopped on my skateboard, and got far, far the fuck out of there Thank God we found prayer