Chester Watson, Gotts Street Park - At Times lyrics
[Chester Watson, Gotts Street Park - At Times lyrics]
It costs a lot to live free
About as aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me
I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind ease like
Like low tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is
I fall apart at the seams
At times it's still seamless
You just seen less
And you don't get how big
The picture is so relax
So many woes, I must have made bags
If you reap what you sow
Cause I gotta secure it
And I love ugly on me got
Me walking as the purist
Take a journey to the sunken place
To see what the allure is
I might get stuck and like a
Sacrificial lamb I'm in the cut
Philosophically like the back of hand
I know my stuff
Built from Socrates I stand like
The sand in my
Chucks from the beach a couple months back
And my life went pretty sweet
When giving fucks past
You feel the plump air?
I wrote this on a comet sent from sun flares
And so it's kind of ominous
The obelisk ain't from here
It's more the opposite my optics been
Infused with that of God's
And my words may leave you in awe, confused
Or at odds i just want you at a loss
Fuck it
The only person to see me
Sober is my drug dealer and my Mom
The only person to see me
Sober is my drug dealer still writin' songs
It costs a lot to live free
About as aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me
I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind ease like
Like low tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is
I fall apart at the seams
At times it's still seamless
You just seem less
And you don't get how big
The picture is so relax
About as aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me
I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind ease like
Like low tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is
I fall apart at the seams
At times it's still seamless
You just seen less
And you don't get how big
The picture is so relax
So many woes, I must have made bags
If you reap what you sow
Cause I gotta secure it
And I love ugly on me got
Me walking as the purist
Take a journey to the sunken place
To see what the allure is
I might get stuck and like a
Sacrificial lamb I'm in the cut
Philosophically like the back of hand
I know my stuff
Built from Socrates I stand like
The sand in my
Chucks from the beach a couple months back
And my life went pretty sweet
When giving fucks past
You feel the plump air?
I wrote this on a comet sent from sun flares
And so it's kind of ominous
The obelisk ain't from here
It's more the opposite my optics been
Infused with that of God's
And my words may leave you in awe, confused
Or at odds i just want you at a loss
Fuck it
The only person to see me
Sober is my drug dealer and my Mom
The only person to see me
Sober is my drug dealer still writin' songs
It costs a lot to live free
About as aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me
I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind ease like
Like low tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is
I fall apart at the seams
At times it's still seamless
You just seem less
And you don't get how big
The picture is so relax