"Tidal Wave" lyrics
Black on black on black on black on black
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Off the record on a record yeah
Pride with me like I'm Simba
Shots in me like I'm Kemba
Old lady like a Gemma
Sons with me like the general
Chasing shots and checkered flags yeah
Checking mics and checking bags yeah
Smoking something here tonight yeah
Cause you know life is such a drag
Drank too much on 2nd Ave
And shorty puking in the cab
I tie her hair up in a bun
I wipe it off her little vans
I think it's time for cleanse
That go for all of my friends
Tired of reliving a night I can barely remember to wake up and do it again
Top of the totem chief of the energy
I got to make sure these people remember me
I've seen the love turn into jealousy
We had the mic in the closet at Tennessee
Looking for plugs that's what it was yeah
What do I got in the game it's a whole lot of blood
Came out of nowhere I'm dripping in mud
Counting me out that's the shit that I love
Black on black on black on black on black
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Open diary half a life to open up entirely
Singing notes in search of notoriety
Promise no one in this room is high as me
Stood in line outside the 27 club with lint inside my pocket beat up and ashamed
This can't be the final chapter to the story
Saddle up I think you owe it to the name
Still leading Stouffers tonight on the sofa
20 ounce sodas I bought from the Kroger
Shit I could go for Bacardi and cola but ain't no one fucking with Nate when he's sober
I hit the iso like Kobe in ocho
This season I pull up and pop from the logo
Man what a come up since middle school photos
Popping a collar up there on a polo yeah
Black on black on black on black on black
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Good out here
Roses going to fall at my feet all year yeah
Windows all down with the seat back here yeah
New in the town but they know me here
Good out here
Roses going to fall at my feet all year yeah
Windows all down with the seat back here yeah
New in the town but they know me here
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Off the record on a record yeah
Pride with me like I'm Simba
Shots in me like I'm Kemba
Old lady like a Gemma
Sons with me like the general
Chasing shots and checkered flags yeah
Checking mics and checking bags yeah
Smoking something here tonight yeah
Cause you know life is such a drag
Drank too much on 2nd Ave
And shorty puking in the cab
I tie her hair up in a bun
I wipe it off her little vans
I think it's time for cleanse
That go for all of my friends
Tired of reliving a night I can barely remember to wake up and do it again
Top of the totem chief of the energy
I got to make sure these people remember me
I've seen the love turn into jealousy
We had the mic in the closet at Tennessee
Looking for plugs that's what it was yeah
What do I got in the game it's a whole lot of blood
Came out of nowhere I'm dripping in mud
Counting me out that's the shit that I love
Black on black on black on black on black
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Open diary half a life to open up entirely
Singing notes in search of notoriety
Promise no one in this room is high as me
Stood in line outside the 27 club with lint inside my pocket beat up and ashamed
This can't be the final chapter to the story
Saddle up I think you owe it to the name
Still leading Stouffers tonight on the sofa
20 ounce sodas I bought from the Kroger
Shit I could go for Bacardi and cola but ain't no one fucking with Nate when he's sober
I hit the iso like Kobe in ocho
This season I pull up and pop from the logo
Man what a come up since middle school photos
Popping a collar up there on a polo yeah
Black on black on black on black on black
My pants my shirt my kicks my hat
My whip yeah
Stunt like my daddy I flex yeah (aw)
Tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks
I tell no lies only facts
Where no disguise not a mask
I turn the tide with a wave yeah
Good out here
Roses going to fall at my feet all year yeah
Windows all down with the seat back here yeah
New in the town but they know me here
Good out here
Roses going to fall at my feet all year yeah
Windows all down with the seat back here yeah
New in the town but they know me here
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Nathanael Good
