Yemi - Parachute lyrics
[Yemi - Parachute lyrics]
Yeah
You already know what time we on
I'mma pour this bottle and I'm
Getting back where I belong
Left her tear eyed
Made it clear that the timing's wrong
Fuck a clear eye
Man it's clear as day what I be on
And it get live in the mosh pit
I'm on lockdown in the stu'
I need a locksmith
In a lockdown but this shorty wanna lock lips
Had a meltdown in Shibuya, think I'm toxic
Late night
Eyes getting soar just staring at the screen
Lately feel like my life's been
Tearing at the seams
Brake lights, I should slow down
I'm staring as it gleams
Standing on the edge like: "Maybe
I can make this leap"
I got way too many sounds on my hard drive
I got way too many garments from archive
I paid way too much, but fuck the markdown
I get way too fucked up, tryina pause time
Too much in my glass, might get troublesome
Tuning out the noise
Now ya boy moving cumbersome
Shorty in the pad chewing bubblegum
Guessing the cologne I got on
She said Comme Garçons
I dropped a bag on a pair of shoes
Hopped out the plane with a
Bag like a parachute
She throw it back like a catapult
And we going ham like a capocollo
Now they wanna race, told 'em buckle up
I had on Margiela in a rave
And I fucked it up
She just took the Henny to her face
Made her pucker up
And she wanna head back to her place
You know what is up
But now I'm by my own, moving right along
I can't right no wrongs
I just write my songs
I know right from wrong but I do what I want
I know here I'm going, I don't ride along
(You already know what time we on)
You already know what time we on
I'mma pour this bottle and I'm
Getting back where I belong
Left her tear eyed
Made it clear that the timing's wrong
Fuck a clear eye
Man it's clear as day what I be on
And it get live in the mosh pit
I'm on lockdown in the stu'
I need a locksmith
In a lockdown but this shorty wanna lock lips
Had a meltdown in Shibuya, think I'm toxic
Late night
Eyes getting soar just staring at the screen
Lately feel like my life's been
Tearing at the seams
Brake lights, I should slow down
I'm staring as it gleams
Standing on the edge like: "Maybe
I can make this leap"
I got way too many sounds on my hard drive
I got way too many garments from archive
I paid way too much, but fuck the markdown
I get way too fucked up, tryina pause time
Too much in my glass, might get troublesome
Tuning out the noise
Now ya boy moving cumbersome
Shorty in the pad chewing bubblegum
Guessing the cologne I got on
She said Comme Garçons
I dropped a bag on a pair of shoes
Hopped out the plane with a
Bag like a parachute
She throw it back like a catapult
And we going ham like a capocollo
Now they wanna race, told 'em buckle up
I had on Margiela in a rave
And I fucked it up
She just took the Henny to her face
Made her pucker up
And she wanna head back to her place
You know what is up
But now I'm by my own, moving right along
I can't right no wrongs
I just write my songs
I know right from wrong but I do what I want
I know here I'm going, I don't ride along
(You already know what time we on)