Freelance

Oh, walk on the water-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, for me
Just for me baby, okay
Oh, there’s always gon' be pressure
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, okay
Pressure
Nothing’s ever worse than work unnoticed
Freelance now, yeah, I guess you earned it
Life is only wishing we could load it
Level up, you’ve got to make a bonus
Mystic staring at his phone for oneness
Silver or black mirror, what’s the difference?
Imitation always gets a bad rep, man
Witches' brew had me on the first sip, man
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much
Then get left alone
Left alone
Cloud hidden and my whereabouts unknown
Cazadero got me wearing all camo
Decked in Patagonia, head to toe
Down for whatever, I think I let go
No more shoes and socks, I only rock sandals
I can’t tell if I’m hip or getting old
I can’t hear you, maybe you could change your tone
People tend to listen when they see your soul
Oh, walk on the water-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, for me
Just for me baby, okay
Sometimes I think we are from the same place
No, I don’t
What just happened, happened, happened, happened, happened, happened?