Talking:

This is our broadcast number seven thousand and sixty five

First Verse:

Still sitting with me and my thoughts. Really my team is exhausted

Without freedom I’m lost. Really liked being my boss

It seems I’m needing an option. Choosing to sift and move in a rift

My views are adrift. Tried using a flip. Cruised in the whip. Now my shoe is my lift

Ponder me. I am a Quandary. An anomaly. I’m a melodic being

Breathing a poem. Easing a moment. Breezing a flow, friend. Even although then

I was making trips and shining, riding down the avenue

Making chips and flipping mine and grinding how I had to do

I’d been fine, floating. Getting High, Zoning

Now I’m living in my zone and I ain’t tripping; I’m coooastiing

Hook:

I’m coasting on a wave

I know it’s on the way

Hope it’s not far away

Cause I’m floating., for another daayy

(2x)

Second Verse:

You wanna find me, but you’ll find more luck with trying up

I’m fly as fuck and high as fuck and plus I never gave a flying fuck!

I’m on a palpable altitude. Nirvana sculptable melting mood

Water’s malleable, jellyfish move: Piranha: everything else is food

I Get high; stay fly like the red eye

I, tread sky, straight glide like I’m Jedi

When I’m virtually floating, virtue is a notion

Soaking in a moment, glowing: boating in an ocean

Hook