Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Shore One official lyrics (from 2012)


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(verse 1)
"I dig my toes into the sand..." Hip-Hop knows that I'm the man. I get my soul from under the 'Land. Now who is the man who's under The Man? I gotta pick up my shoes and then get as fly as dudes when they be spittin' rhymes but... no. (That's now how I *do it* to get fly) I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid to die alone. But I'm not afraid of dying a Lome in this guys home (extra curve). Pardon me for mispronouncing "alone", but I can't pronounce anything I own. I mispronounce. Therefore, getting on this bounce (especially after I produced it) means "Get down! Look around! And see a chick who's kinda like my book; on the ground."

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

(verse 2)
I'm dead being honest, y'all. From the head I'm just honest, but... every time I fall (in love), my honesty sucks. Just imagine if I had Jamarris and a chick who's... quite possibly on the side of me. Yuck. The shit could be some kind of tough luck. Or love. Because they all leave. And they're all Autumn. And they all fall for me. But these waves of grain stay in my brain. And she stays by my side, just to complain. She's not my bride. She's not a dame. I'm just lying when I say I'm lame. And that's what she'd say. And these days, she'd say, "Please stay" when I wanna hang up. When I'm tired of arguing. But this is not an arc. It's just two hearts... being twins.

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

(verse 3)
I blocked you out of my brain to remain sane. 5th grade, wish I did the same thing. You were not there as someone who I'd care for, but you were exactly who I cared for. Therefore, the love I wish to share with you, is near the floor. The bottom of my heart. My heart got rocks in it, and I'm stoppin' it when it wants to depart. I wanna share this same broken heart with you. I hope my heart is true and focused when looking at you. You lookin' at me. Now... look what we can do when we're free. We're of age. The love age. Justice phase. Now who wants to disrupt it by reading it wrong? And I don't care if I gotta see you in a thong.

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

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Dedicated to my elementary school crush, Amber Stewart.
I've always been in love with you.
Thank you for spending time with me in 2012.
I needed you.
You were there.
I love you.

I'll be around.














~follow the buzzards~

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