Tidal Graves

Oooo
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo
All my friends were swept away
Lost beneath the wave
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
All my friends of yesterday
Swept away to their Tidal Graves
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
What’s the point of turning on a TV? Rather be Stevie
As a boy, I saw the wolf but, no one would believe me
Until that day I stumbled on a raincoat
Put it on, and everyone could see me
Look ma', they can see me (But what exactly is that worth?)
Falling into pieces (Living on a dying Earth)
The future is in present-tense, I can’t pick a president
I’ve been so alone on my own, I was washed up by the current of that ocean
We’ve been lost for days
Told them we should run, but, I think they’d rather stay
Can’t tell if we’re drowning or just don’t have much to say
Humanity’s a goner, humanity’s a goner
Humanity’s a goner, a magnificent decay (Decay)
Do you really like it, or just do it for the plays? (For the plays)
Do you only play it just because you get some likes? (Get some likes)
Life is so ironic, how bubonic, we’re a plague, hey
All my friends were swept away
Lost beneath the wave
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
All my friends of yesterday
Swept away to their Tidal Graves
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-woah
What if Andy Warhol was right, and we were all bound to be famous?
I wish you luck with your fifteen, I don’t not suck with my 16s
Fifty-four shows by twenty-one (Six mixtapes!), by twenty-three,
threw my own tours
At twenty-four, prolly' sign a deal, at twenty-five, Larry Bird niggas at
thirty-three
Fake deep niggas be all the rave, too many niggas be riding waves
Till it turns out it was just your grave, y’all come and go screaming, «Cowabunga!»
I must admit that I’m here to stay, like a distant cousin when their parents
broke up
Used to kickflip, drink Arizonas, now I get paid off my persona
I was out was out ink, till I found a toner, not a fan of the fiction in your
sarcoma
Let the squares keep cutting corners, trendy today, make good for tomorrow,
goners
I gotta' find the feeling, I gotta' find the feeling I had back in the beginning
Over-consumed with winning, too many lacking vision
Lately, I’m just not feeling shit, «Have you heard the new Lil such-'n-such?»
I mean, honestly, I don’t get the fuss, keep your sodomy, I don’t give a fuck
I just listen to Stevie Wonder, I just listen to John Mayer
Tryna' making something that’s truly timeless, so when I die, I’m in your
prayers
Floating, couldn’t find you in the morning
Couldn’t tell you where the wave was going
Swept away, the hardest part is knowing
They’re all dead
Floating, went back, couldn’t find you in the morning
Couldn’t tell you where the wave was going
Swept away, the hardest part is knowing
We’re all dead, we’re all dead