Fly Through Fountains by Trigue Lyrics
Hook
This is something I just made today/
While I was sitting looking for the right things to say/
Seems like I can never ever find the word/
Everything I said was something you already heard/
Verse 1
I’m speechless, eat until I’m speech-full/
Luke warm, still tryna reach cool/
Can’t fix, hit it hard when you break rules/
I saw a girl I used to go with back in high school/
We sat up in the nose bleeds where my people rolled weed/
Said, “How you been?” She was like, “Yeah you know me/
I’m doing my thing, grinding and other clichés/
Actually I feel trapped even on my free days/
I wanna fly through fountains, I don’t know what that means/
It sounds amazing don’t it, can you imagine the scene/
Been around the world, now I’m back trapped in a cubicle/
Fiddling with this rubix cube in my cuticles/
These hands, damn, wanted to be a thunder storm/
I’m just a scattered shower, not sure what went wrong/
Momma said I’d be a star, I would win all the wars/
And all of the awards and drive the shiny car/
And break all of the hearts and hold all of the cards/
But fuck, I’m feeling regular, what part is this?/
No one ever tells you that your dreams ain’t shit/
So what really happens when you take a shot and miss?/
I’m afraid that I’m average/
Anyway I like your words, I heard that song that you did”/
I replied, “Thank you, I mean that from the toes up/
They mostly ‘bout you, you remember all the close cuts/
A song is a close-up, a line is a freeze-frame/
If you have some time I have more thoughts we can exchange”/
Hook
Verse 2
We did that think where you talk a lot, but really say a little bit/
Danced around the issues, two-stepped into a pirouette/
And made a lot of noise and pretended to be intricate/
Used some big words to explain a bunch of simple shit/
I told her, “everybody talks about the come up/
But everybody ain’t fit enough for the run up/
And even if you are, you been stretching and training/
You can’t guarantee the win unless you’re dealing with Satan/
And man, I don’t even believe in all that/
Yeah you might fail, what you gon’ do, fall back?/
And just chill/
And bitch that shit never happens on the real/
And that no one ever recognizes skill/
And say ‘damn, I should be atop the hill,’ so the hell with it/
Or you gonna push-up, pull-up, pull up another chair/
To the table even though they said you couldn’t fit in there/
Gotta take room, to make room, no move’s a safe move/
Walking through the doom temple on the way to break through/
Today is gonna shake you, tonight is gonna slice you/
Your best friends and lovers might come back and knife you/
You might hit your sprint before the starting gun booms/
Get DQed and not even get a chance to lose/
Maybe we ain’t special, maybe that shit is true/
Maybe we’ll never fly private or own the color blue/
If you fight against the storm it might rip up your shoot/
But maybe, you’ll dive and fly through”/
Hook
This is something I just made today/
While I was sitting looking for the right things to say/
Seems like I can never ever find the word/
Everything I said was something you already heard/
Verse 1
I’m speechless, eat until I’m speech-full/
Luke warm, still tryna reach cool/
Can’t fix, hit it hard when you break rules/
I saw a girl I used to go with back in high school/
We sat up in the nose bleeds where my people rolled weed/
Said, “How you been?” She was like, “Yeah you know me/
I’m doing my thing, grinding and other clichés/
Actually I feel trapped even on my free days/
I wanna fly through fountains, I don’t know what that means/
It sounds amazing don’t it, can you imagine the scene/
Been around the world, now I’m back trapped in a cubicle/
Fiddling with this rubix cube in my cuticles/
These hands, damn, wanted to be a thunder storm/
I’m just a scattered shower, not sure what went wrong/
Momma said I’d be a star, I would win all the wars/
And all of the awards and drive the shiny car/
And break all of the hearts and hold all of the cards/
But fuck, I’m feeling regular, what part is this?/
No one ever tells you that your dreams ain’t shit/
So what really happens when you take a shot and miss?/
I’m afraid that I’m average/
Anyway I like your words, I heard that song that you did”/
I replied, “Thank you, I mean that from the toes up/
They mostly ‘bout you, you remember all the close cuts/
A song is a close-up, a line is a freeze-frame/
If you have some time I have more thoughts we can exchange”/
Hook
Verse 2
We did that think where you talk a lot, but really say a little bit/
Danced around the issues, two-stepped into a pirouette/
And made a lot of noise and pretended to be intricate/
Used some big words to explain a bunch of simple shit/
I told her, “everybody talks about the come up/
But everybody ain’t fit enough for the run up/
And even if you are, you been stretching and training/
You can’t guarantee the win unless you’re dealing with Satan/
And man, I don’t even believe in all that/
Yeah you might fail, what you gon’ do, fall back?/
And just chill/
And bitch that shit never happens on the real/
And that no one ever recognizes skill/
And say ‘damn, I should be atop the hill,’ so the hell with it/
Or you gonna push-up, pull-up, pull up another chair/
To the table even though they said you couldn’t fit in there/
Gotta take room, to make room, no move’s a safe move/
Walking through the doom temple on the way to break through/
Today is gonna shake you, tonight is gonna slice you/
Your best friends and lovers might come back and knife you/
You might hit your sprint before the starting gun booms/
Get DQed and not even get a chance to lose/
Maybe we ain’t special, maybe that shit is true/
Maybe we’ll never fly private or own the color blue/
If you fight against the storm it might rip up your shoot/
But maybe, you’ll dive and fly through”/
Hook