Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balcony Beach, artist - Latyrx.
Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
Balcony Beach |
Ooo baby |
We can make it happen |
Make it through baby |
All we need to do is begin rejuvenating |
Keep it all in focus and pursue it faithfully |
Do it patiently |
Just the way the sea’s been this evening |
I came out at eight, was leaning on the railing |
I kept hearing the waves crashing beneath me |
Back and forth, just rephrase what they were saying |
Over and over, and doing that repeatedly |
Crash, go back, just a constant thing |
Every time they’d go back out to sea |
It’s like they’d draw a little bit more out of me |
A lot of images, feelings — just a limitless release |
And I began to reminisce freely |
It was a cinema featuring me and a cast of emotions |
That demanded my attention immediately |
Now, I had previously put them on hold |
On the back burner since earlier |
I didn’t want to deal with it |
At that time, I felt like other things were pertinent |
Now I see it’s permanent unless I get real with it |
And it ain’t that I don’t love to tussle |
Especially mentally, cause I generally do win |
Might not win at first, but definitely eventually |
Cause I ain’t never not been a shoe-in since birth |
But now, this is special though. |
See, it’s beyond my threshold |
I’m accustomed to just a conventional struggle with two opponents |
Only here, the tussle’s between you and the truth |
So ultimately I’m gonna lose |
Actually I gain though. |
I gotta be honest with myself |
Or else I’ll impede my personal progress |
I think it’s better to be depressed for a minute, admit it |
And get re-oriented instead of being a bitter cynic, isn’t it? |
Getting older, and everybody around me acts all sober |
And they’re looking poker-faced |
I started losing hair at the corners, matter-of-fact |
I looked up top — that whole border’s just jacked |
Nobody’s gonna chauffeur me anymore |
Whatever this is… we all go through it I guess |
It’s just awkward — I’m not a hundred percent comfortable with |
The rate that everything’s developing at |
It’s just a little overwhelming at times |
I’m dealing with hella shit to process, it’s new data daily |
There’s really no preparing for this thing |
Or, maybe it’s mainly just me acting strangely |
It’s just me facing the challenge, I doubt it though |
Cause I met thousands of people, seen something similar in their faces |
It’s like the outlook is changing |
I think it’s called 'being a man in the making' |
It’s burnt, I like Pralines now |
Long walks solo where I can sort my thoughts out |
Just what I’ve been taught to date |
Doesn’t gel well, the way that I’ve been feeling these days |
That’s coming from a ton of angles, you know, hella places |
I’m really not trying to make a political statement |
But just in terms of like internally inside |
I’m at an interval in my life where it’s a turbulent time |
And I could pretend that it’s all good |
That I shouldn’t put so much on it |
Let it sit and just settle itself, stop acting all sappy and sentimental |
Besides, everything’s perfectly fine |
But here I am on this balcony with my thoughts just traveling randomly |
On some tangent, and in the back of my mind |
I keep hearing this lady with a voice that’s beautiful |
She keeps saying |