اصل بول
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High tides up
And water's coming in on the shore
Usually wait until vacation
But i sure can't take your city anymore
Works been held
That rush hour traffic's never been a breeze
Ain't no hustle where i'm going
Just a warm trade wind blowing through the trees
I don't need no sympathy
'cause that won't bring satisfaction
Just need to charge my battery, had a bad reaction
Gonna do my best to decompress, chillaxin
I could fire up my old motor cycle
And head up to the country where it's green
Maybe head up to montana
But there's something about the ocean that's surreal
Fifteen hundred miles
Still got seven hundred left to do
But it don't seem like forever
When you know that you're out running the blues
I don't need no sympathy
'cause that won't bring satisfaction
Just need to charge my battery, had a bad reaction
Gonna do my best to decompress, chillaxin
There's a warm in a bottle, wild shot on the table
With some salt and lime and some mezcal
Maybe i'll be able to find my paradise
Put this broken world on ice, chillaxing
High tides up
And the water's coming in on the shore
I usually wait until vacation
But i just can't take your city anymore
