Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song basil, artist - CadoDate of issue: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
basil |
| O' said I could crash for free |
| L.A. all winter don’t sound bad to me |
| And I’m back off my hiatus |
| Got so faded, almost jaded |
| Swear that shit out here contagious |
| I, man I love it and I hate it |
| Change my mind so fucking much then wonder why I’m agitated |
| I, lack patience |
| I, can fucking taste it |
| Split a tab skied Okemo |
| Stand still, watch the wind, feel the trees blow |
| Get up and check the peephole |
| Huh, could’ve swore I heard knocking |
| Nevermind, time ticking and talking |
| I swear my watches be watching |
| I take um off of me often |
| And lay um face down |
| But I think I’m on pace now |
| I said I think I’m on pace now! |
| Yeah we finally on base now! |
| She keep her FitBit on when we fucking |
| Got like twenty-three-thousand-hundred steps, we up to something |
| Keep it bumpin |
| Keep it bumpin |
| This what they play in the valley like, «hold on they on to something» |
| On to something? |
| Keep it bumpin |
| And them boys be on to nuthin, that’s why I keep it bumpin |
| Keep it bumpin |
| Keep it bumpin |
| This what they play in the valley, «holy woah they on to something» |
| No idea |
| You got no idea |
| Built this shit by myself like I got it from IKEA |
| Oh my god, blow sativa with my diva |
| Getting higher than Aliyah |
| Don’t need aqua, juice, or tea I need double shot of esspresso |
| We firing up the kettle |
| Get a job, get money, retire, and then resettle |
| But nah, Ma I’ma be sumthin special |
| Like yah, very special indeed |
| Aye yo I’m back on my feet, tell um bust out the sneaks |
| Used to catch the bus at three, I’ll get it bussin' for free |
| I keep it bumpin |
| Keep it bumpin |
| This what they play in the valley like, «hold on they on to something» |
| On to something? |
| Keep it bumpin |
| And them boys be on to nuthin, that’s why I keep it bumpin |
| Keep it bumpin |
| I got sleep in my eyes, sand in my shoes |
| Pink in the skies as sun rise like it’s been known to do |
| I ain’t been home since two — |
| Weeks ago, I need to slow down |
| The candle burning at both ends |
| But there’s a sound to it |
| That’s kind of beautiful, poetic with the irony |
| Complete with all the times I be unsure of who I’m tryna be |
| You know I ain’t got no time to be gone |