They said i was a **** but im not see
they said i was naughty but thats not me
they said i was smoothe like im watery
but im not cause im nautically inept
i'd drown if i tried to swim in watery depths
stickin to the shallows where the minnows are kept
cause i cant trust the captain when im wearing the hat
worried bout the undertow and the way that it swept me out
im not sure what will come to pass but my compass will get me out
its late, but its gonna be early soon, ill start watching morning stars
and stop getting distracted by the reflection of the moon
waves like to slap me in the face, it might not be courteous
but its the cultural pace, its rude, values are lost and the truth
is sinking to the bottom of the trench, spit on and forgotten in the deepest end
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
They said i was a **** but im not see
they said i was naughty but thats not me
they said i was smoothe like im watery
but im not cause im nautically inept
i'd drown if i tried to swim in watery depths
stickin to the shallows where the minnows are kept
cause i cant trust the captain when im wearing the hat
worried bout the undertow and the way that it swept me out
im not sure what will come to pass but my compass will get me out
its late, but its gonna be early soon, ill start watching morning stars
and stop getting distracted by the reflection of the moon
waves like to slap me in the face, it might not be courteous
but its the cultural pace, its rude, values are lost and the truth
is sinking to the bottom of the trench, spit on and forgotten in the deepest end
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