Coasting On Lyrics

These days I lie low

Wonder where the time goes

Music money same show

Messing with the same

Nothing feels new to me

Never cared about foes

No one out there fooling me

Nobody that I know

Trust can be a new flow

Approach on my tip toes

I got so much love in my heart for my daughter yeh

Still I leave a space in my heart where the blade goes

Guess I call it fate no

Everybody takes bro

Guess thats how I feel tho

Hard to keep it real so

World is getting colder yeh

Freezing in the fake snow

I won't even say so

Sometimes better walk away

Back to where I lie low

And pray I get another day

Pray that I can make a way

Family gotta eat

People out here grinding

Feel the pressure over me

What depression for the week

What's the pressing matter see

We got problems while awake

Still your crying in your sleep

Wake up to reality

Wipe your eyes and take a knee sometimes

Either that or wrist might bleed sometimes

Smoke some weed sometimes

Call somebody wet the sheet sometimes

You might have to holla me sometimes

I need the sea sometimes

Gaze out where the ocean meats the end

In a place where I can't front and can't pretend

Close my eyes and hold you like a friend

Cos tomorrow it starts over again

It starts over again

Life worth living

Somewhere deep in my dreams I coast

Hard time being

Somewhere in a day dream I know

But where I go or I don't

Il keep holding on

Where I go or I don't

Il be coasting on

Coasting on

Let me hear your war cry

Running into battle

No such thing as third eye

When you move like cattle

Plain and simple like the third guy

In a group of two

Somewhere you just don't belong

When will someone change the rules

More more left is there to prove

When your hoping for a feud

Hoping that you blow up if they blow up on the news

Post a postcode war so all your profiles turning blue

Lets just protest for today till that post aint nothing new

Then call it progress

I might need a remedy for pro stress yet no less

Changes come in packs of two with gold chains and bald heads

Tell me what that brother did to cry out and call feds

Tell me what that brother did to cry out

These days I lie low just to block out noise

So much going on but not enough to fill the void

Oh how times have changed from 53s up griffin hill

Oh how times have changed from torture run outs with your boys

I might have to knock a door and run off just to feel my youth sometimes

I remember duck duck goose sometimes

50p juice sometimes

Shola Ama tunes them times

Playing football in your shoes them times

I get the blues sometimes

So gaze out where the ocean meets the end

In a place where I can't front and can't pretend

Close my eyes remembering back then

And tomorrow it starts over again

It starts over again

Life worth living

Somewhere deep in my dreams I coast

Hard time being

Somewhere in a day dream I know

But where I go or I don't

Il keep holding on

Where I go or I don't

Il be Coasting on

Coasting on

Coasting on

Coasting on

Il Il be Il Il be

Il Il be Il Il be

Il Il be Il Il be

Il Il be Il Il be