Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Is, artist - Jaden.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What It Is |
Another Saturday of love, I love how this felt |
I hear Cudi playin' in the pool, let’s turn it up |
Little dude, we don’t fuck with interviews |
Not about to tell 'em what I didn’t do |
She left through the bathroom window |
And I just find the city in the swimming pool |
It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool |
It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move |
It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew (Hey, Lucy! You wavy) |
I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool |
It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool |
It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move |
It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew |
I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool (Cool, cool, cool, cool) |
You know what it is, you know who we are |
You know what it is, you know who we are (You know my chakras) |
You know what it is, you know who we are (at Minneapolis) |
You know what it is, you know who we are (Lindero boys) |
The summer days |
My golf cart, that Lucy called, but I’m on my way |
Quick jumpstart then my heart drowns, when she was callin' me |
But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, it can’t wait (Summertime, |
she never been to the city at night) |
The game’s over, the Range Rover’s Parked outside with a watch in it Daytona |
Denali right beside me, we takin' over |
We poolside, 818 sippin', we hangover |
There’s snakes in the sprinkler fresh grass but I’m King Cobra |
There’s copious things that I couldn’t cope with but I’m cuttin' corners |
Imagination borderless so there’s lotta things that I’m bored of |
Pink clouds fly above your house, yeah, I love your disorder |
I just wish I woulda knew all these colors before us |
It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool |
It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move |
It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew (Hey, Lucy! You wavy) |
I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool |
It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool |
It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move |
It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew |
I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool (Cool, cool, cool, cool) |
You know what it is, you know who we are |
You know what it is, you know who we are |
You know what it is, you know who we are |
You know what it is, you know who we are |
I feel obligated to slip into pocket and spit knowledge |
When I’m not, stargazing or bar-raising, I’m playing guitar for prisons in Haiti |
I’m sunset chasin', it’s wavy baby |
Best set up in the basement, if they talkin' crazy |
We can go give 'em somethin' amazin' |
I seen it between the matrixes |
They still riddled on the basic shit |
Like girls fragrances and federal reserve |
Don’t go inheriting shackles on the vernacular |
Ancient batteries burried in Africa |
History cappin', it’s been ass backwards |
I just saw a Pterodactyl |
The whole world’s fractal you can see it if you tactical |
The summer days |
My golf cart, that Lucy called, but I’m on my way |
Quick jumpstart then my heart drowns, when she was callin' me |
But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, it can’t wait (Summertime, |
she never been to the city at night) |
I’m on the way, I was conversatin' with sunflowers |
You are, you light up the room, girl, you are |
Speakin' in codes like it’s QR |
Boys lookin' at the moon |
So what, I rather be in Exuma’s |
I might sing about you too much (I might sing about you too much) |
Same one, but this one is newer |
(Still singing in my room) |
London, poppin' up, I had a bottle of somethin' |
The uni kids thought I was buggin' (Poker face) |
Face painted blue and I love it |
I didn’t have a clue |
What I wanted |
Fears, man, I had to confront 'em |
Turns out they didn’t want nothin' (Didn't want nothin') |
But I will be callin' your bluff |
Your shit is bad and it’s comin' (Fuck) |
Sunflowers |
Get covered by the rain, shower |
I’ma let you over six hours |
Ridin' to you from the hills, just a rusty cowboy |