| Tide ain’t coming in
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| But I want water to my neck
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| Tide ain’t coming in
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| But I want water to my neck
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| I wanna drown inside this
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| I, I, I wanna drown inside this
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| Go down an I like aye-aye Captain
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| I have never had a vibe this vibrant
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| And all so shiny with that three eye vision
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| Take this moment
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| I’ma die inside it
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| I am a pariah, yet Mariah
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| Words they carry
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| Don’t trust the silence
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| Kinda feeling like oh
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| Like, like, like
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| Like, 'til my phone screen ultra-violet
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| This is ultra violence
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| Probably need more milk but it all spilt
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| Sip with my guilt inside it
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| Temper, temper
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| Don’t throw a tantrum
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| Throw words at random
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| Making anthems
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| Spin game like frisbee
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| Make it happen
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| Act like I’m not trapped in this swelling wave
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| Tide ain’t coming in
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| But I want water to my neck
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| Tide ain’t coming in
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| But I want water to my neck
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| Low tide
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| Pray for a low tide
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| I pray for a low tide
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| I pray for a low tide
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| I play the role
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| I’m a people pleaser
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| Went and got lost in this speaker tweaker
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| Teeter totter 'tween me or so prima donna
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| Basic bitch-feeder fodder
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| See inside like it’s all past lives
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| That done lived and loved a hundred thousand countries
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| It’s all connected
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| We all some monsters
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| Snarl fangs out like we mad to chomp
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| Brawl hard, beatdown like the man at Smash Bros
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| Don’t slam no cheat codes, just cease
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| Game true baby, no, might
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| Be a prisoner of this sand around me
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| Hope I don’t drown in the reef this week
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| Like it’s all in my nose but I hate the stench, yeah
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| Low tide
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| Low tide |