Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Distant, artist - Jaden. Album song The Sunset Tapes: A Cool Tape Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MSFTSMusic, Roc Nation
Song language: English
Distant |
And the stars, waiting for the sun to rise |
There she lies, in my arms |
I’m a sucker for the summer nights, girl |
Getting high on the farm |
Let’s live it up 'cause I don’t wanna die (Don't wanna die) |
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm |
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm |
Soft skin like moonstones, woah, woah |
Tequila got me too close now, woah, ooh |
Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise |
I’ma tell a story, I can summarize |
In my head, I said I **** you like a hundred times |
Let the bus take you home, fuck a Uber ride |
Girl I’m too excited, what it do tonight? |
I would stay with you right now, I got this stupid flight |
Girl, I wanna see, do you wanna get me |
Or do we have a thing? |
I call, you don’t ring, I got too many rings |
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm |
I don’t know if you want me, girl there’s a lot of us |
You been doin' things, yeah we proud of ya |
Been puttin' in that work, like that body does |
They get on the bus, you better ride with us |
You better ride with us (You better ride) |
(Oh, oh-ah, hold me tight |
All those nights I cried, I don’t know why) |
All issues disappear soon as I can cough |
No soft tissues, my tears fell and froze |
Now my collarbone’s all crystals |
A small gesture goes a long way in this dark prism |
Your stare’s a silent pistol, the boy was your only victim |
Like you’re so freakin' far out of my league, I been really trippin' |
I forgot how we was livin', my niggas just got evicted |
I picked a golden pencil out my pocket and gettin' busy |
They told me it’s all written |
I been on tour, rollin' **** |
On the bus and I’m sittin', really just reminiscing |
Like one day, she’ll get the vision |
When I build her the house with all the glass and the marble kitchen |
'Til then, we retrofittin' the Honda Civic |
And whippin' the X through the city |
Eatin' pasta at the Commons like it’s my business |
Promise I’m God’s witness, and you a goddess |
Birthday’s coming up |
My niggas said don’t get you nothing too expensive |
You say it’s too expected |
If it was up to me, I’d put the rose petals down for you, girl |
At your every entrance |
Flex is too extensive, sometimes it get offensive |
So in reality, I’m in the cut of the club with my jaw clenched |
And tinted lenses, even more expected, fuck |
She said, «I love our friendship» |
My heart dropped when I saw you sent it |
And if you ever got a sign from my eyes, girl just know I meant it |
I just wish that night never ended, fuck |
'Cause girl, if it’s up to me, it’s up to me, you’re mine |
But I just think you and me might really need some time |
'Cause we can’t base our whole damn life off just one night |
If you say that we’re just friends, I say you’re right |
(The water flooded the ocean) |
Oh, oh |
(Let's run away |
Don’t worry about the end, I’ll see you soon) |
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before |
I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll |
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before |
I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll |
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before |
(We only met one night, but in our future I saw a thousand lives) |
I don’t know |
(Fingertips felt down your back 'til I found your spine, am I still alive?) |
If your soul can pay the toll |
(Vilified by my sinful eyes |
When I leave your side I begin to cry, I’m traumatized |
Long strolls behind Abbey Road |
We’re so cold that the autumn died, it’s all in the eyes) |
Down by home |
(It's probably how I find the way |
That you standing through space and time, a contortion of ions) |
I’ve seen this road before |
(The way that I see it, the way that you sleeping |
For me there’s no portion of lying, absorbed in the nightfall) |
I don’t know |
(Let bygones be bygones |
So I crawl home with no shoulder to cry on) |
If your soul can pay the toll |
(No crushing ****, no houses send flowers) |
Syre cried a flowing river into the valley where the sun set for hours |
And on the banks of these rivers, these poems were written for miles |
About the boy who chased the sunset in his unsettling trials |