Tidal Graves

Lyrics

[Intro: Khary] Ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh [Chorus: Khary] All my friends were swept away Lost beneath the wave Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah All my friends of yesterday Swept away to their Tidal Graves Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah [Verse 1: Khary] What's the point of turning on a TV? Rather'd be Stevie As a boy, I saw the wolf But no one would believe me Until that day I stumbled on a raincoat Put it on And everyone could see me Look, ma, they can see me (But what exactly is that worth?) Falling into pieces (Living on a dying Earth) The future is in present-tense I can't pick a president I've been so alone on my own I was washed up By the current of that ocean We've been lost for days Told them we should run But I think they'd rather stay Can't tell if we're drowning Or just don't have much to say Humanity's a goner Humanity's a goner Humanity's a goner A magnificent decay (Decay) Do you really like it Or just do it for the plays? (For the plays) Do you only play it Just because you get some likes? (Get some likes) Life is so ironic How bubonic, we're a plague, hey [Chorus: Khary] All my friends were swept away (Swept away) Lost beneath the wave Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah All my friends of yesterday Swept away to their Tidal Graves Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah (Oh-woah) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-woah [Verse 2: Khary] What if Andy Warhol was right And we were all bound to be famous? (Famous) I wish you luck with your fifteen I don't not suck with my sixteens (Suck with my sixteens) Fifty-four shows by twenty-one (Six mixtapes!) By twenty-three, through my own tours At twenty-four, prolly sign a deal At twenty-five, Larry Bird niggas at thirty-three Fake-deep niggas be all the rave Too many niggas be riding waves 'Til it turns out it was just your grave Y'all come and go screaming, "Cowabunga!" I must admit that I'm here to stay Like a distant cousin when their parents broke up Used to kickflip, drink Arizonas Now I get paid off my persona I was out of ink 'til I found a toner Not a fan of the fiction in your sarcoma Let the squares keep cutting corners Trendy today make good for tomorrow goners I gotta find the feeling I gotta find the feeling I had back in the beginning Over-consumed with winning Too many lacking vision Lately, I'm just not feeling shit "Have you heard the new Lil such-'n-such?" I mean, honestly, I don't get the fuss Keep your sodomy, I don't give a fuck I just listen to Stevie Wonder I just listen to John Mayer Tryna making something that's truly timeless So, when I die, I'm in your prayers [Bridge: Khary] Floating, couldn't find you in the morning Couldn't tell you where the wave was going Swept away, the hardest part is knowing They're all dead Floating, went back, couldn't find you in the morning Couldn't tell you where the wave was going Swept away, the hardest part is knowing We're all dead, we're all dead