Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something In The Water, artist - Daveed Diggs. Album song Collin EP, in the genre Саундтреки
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Oakland Moving Pictures
Song language: English
Something In The Water |
There’s something in the water |
And everything we spit wet |
They keep telling me it’s something in the water |
And I ‘em they ain’t really seen shit yet |
It’s something in the water |
Born bright but the light bent brilliant |
Bay boys been above the wave |
‘bout business and banks and straight off the building |
I’m feeling myself |
And numb to the rest |
Dumb is a choice |
When the world go blind and deaf |
Got my ASL co-sign, thank you Maria |
Never claimed a gang but it’s dope watching homies |
Twist fingers when I pull up |
Stylish, got my NY stylist |
See me on TV in Comme de Garçons |
Soon as it wrap I am back in my Warriors |
Cap on a flight back home |
And my home holler «go boy, get it, just please don’t forget us» |
And I sandwich time tryna get this lettuce |
Couldn’t stand with my grandmother Jessie |
She took her last breath, I was on set doing hella extra |
Look at the desert we made |
And everybody know its, nowhere else to go, so it’s home |
Look at the desert we made |
And can’t nobody see the way it used to be |
It’s something in the water |
And everything we think wet |
They keep telling me it’s something in the water |
And I tell ‘em they ain’t even had a drink yet |
It’s something in the water |
Swam out from a town that was drowning |
Came back with a bucket and a bullhorn |
And people act like I’m the only nigga shouting |
The rush for the land is loud |
And every other voice drowned out |
People dog-paddle just to stay above it |
While there’s new money laughing, yelling «who let the dogs out?» |
And I bite vicious, but their chains tight |
And the oak trees traded for shade from the high rise |
And the eyes might not adjust to the new light hue |
Swear it used to be a black town |
Chinaka laid my career with those words |
Her back is stronger than mine |
Maybe she’ll give our city the height it deserves |
I am just a wrecking light now |
Honestly, it’s too much on me, I can’t see the road up ahead |
Homies say I should buy Cartiers |
But they won’t keep the salt out, think I should get goggles instead |
Look at the desert we made |
And everybody knows it, nowhere else to go, so it’s home |
Look at the desert we made |
And can’t nobody see the way it used to be |
Look at the desert we made |
And everybody knows it, nowhere else to go, so it’s home |
Look at the desert we made |
And can’t nobody see the way it used to be |
So they keep saying |
It’s something in the water |
And everything we own wet |
They keep telling me it’s something in the water |
I can tell that they are gearing up to go get a piece |
Lakeshore or the Bottoms |
Uptown Temescal and the problem is |
Half of these neighborhoods didn’t exist before |
You felt a drip and got thirsty there’s something in the water |
Look at the desert we made |
Where money sucks everything dry |
Where culture is liquid and currently in short supply |
Where what we once called a community suddenly gets monetized |
And once again soil is tilled on our backs |
Just when we thought we were out |
When picking cotton becomes cottonmouth |
Look at the desert they called it a drought but |
There’s something in the water |
And everybody wanna taste |
Rolled in on the high tide |
And now the sandcastle’s erased |
There’s something in the water |
And the well’s dried up |
But we at the function double cupping like we don’t give a fuck |
And there’s something in the water |
Look at the desert we made |
And everybody knows it, nowhere else to go |
So it’s home |