"Affogato" lyrics

Mid-flight
My engine caught on fire
But I stayed in control of the plane
Mid-fight
Life tried to catch me tired
But this is why I stepped in the ring

Tryna keep up
This is not me harping on a discipline
I'm just on the far side of my reckoning
It's the little things that keep me going still
Going still, like

Affogato on a Sunday morning
Sweet and heavy, but it gets me going
It's too early to tell flight from falling
Affogato, and I'm sweet and rolling

Waves high
My SOS unanswered
Man, I could feel the storm on my back
Capsized
A sailboat with no anchor
Man, I was 'bout to shatter like glass

Tryna keep up
This is not me harping on a discipline
I'm just on the far side of my reckoning
It's the little things that keep me going still
Going still, like

Affogato on a Sunday morning
Sweet and heavy, but it gets me going
It's too early to tell flight from falling
Affogato, now I'm sweet and rolling

Affogato on a Sunday morning
Sweet and heavy, but it gets me going
It's too early to tell flight from falling
Affogato, now I'm sweet and rolling

Oh
Oh
Oh, oh

Affogato on a Sunday morning
Sweet and heavy, but it gets me going
It's too early to tell flight from falling
Affogato, now I'm sweet and rolling

Affogato on a Sunday morning
Sweet and heavy, but it gets me going
It's too early to tell flight from falling
Affogato, now I'm sweet and rolling