Surf by Xyzelle Lyrics
Come and take a trip
Come and fade(?) out and sing
All of it out and get lost in the now
Get lost in the now
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
[CASTRO TRU]:
She from overseas
Got a hold of me
She likes the older me
And I still patrol the streets
Hear the trap then go get it
Ain't got no cash then go get it
Still the rob(?) when my n****s go
Get the pack and then let it go
Finesse the plug I’m still chilling
Love this life that i’m living
Patient moves and(?) go get it go
N****s hate this pathetic
No need to ask where I said it
Dont do the moof without credit
Shawty feeling on me
Im feeling her shes so groovy
Looking fly in that two piece
The way she riding it moves me
My soul believe the new shawty(?)
Tracky day she look sporty
We got slicks til(?) mornies
Too much flows to ignore me ey
Tracky day she look sporty
Drop the top i’m like shawty ey
Smoke your weed theres no money
Addicted to me got my song on repeat
Shawty be gangs i throw a reciept (?)
Dont play with the gang or i’ll end the reciept
Ey ey
Ain't playing with none a mine
Ain't playing with none a mine
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
Graduated with a shine
Ideas of the bling and rhymes
Glistening crowns, glistening greens yeah
Listening loud, listening clear
Yeah someday everything was brand new
Flash of a light then suddenly the times through
Like a moon like who knew
I’ll be right here in front of you
With whats(?) in my head
But I’m calling truce
A truce
He tell me i’m his muse
His muse
Angels and demons fused, fused
Angels and demons fused, yeah
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
Ridin round the city and you swerve(?)
Know thats me shining in the dirt
Yeah
Riding round the city and you swerve
Know thats me shining in the dirt
Come and fade(?) out and sing
All of it out and get lost in the now
Get lost in the now
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
[CASTRO TRU]:
She from overseas
Got a hold of me
She likes the older me
And I still patrol the streets
Hear the trap then go get it
Ain't got no cash then go get it
Still the rob(?) when my n****s go
Get the pack and then let it go
Finesse the plug I’m still chilling
Love this life that i’m living
Patient moves and(?) go get it go
N****s hate this pathetic
No need to ask where I said it
Dont do the moof without credit
Shawty feeling on me
Im feeling her shes so groovy
Looking fly in that two piece
The way she riding it moves me
My soul believe the new shawty(?)
Tracky day she look sporty
We got slicks til(?) mornies
Too much flows to ignore me ey
Tracky day she look sporty
Drop the top i’m like shawty ey
Smoke your weed theres no money
Addicted to me got my song on repeat
Shawty be gangs i throw a reciept (?)
Dont play with the gang or i’ll end the reciept
Ey ey
Ain't playing with none a mine
Ain't playing with none a mine
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
Graduated with a shine
Ideas of the bling and rhymes
Glistening crowns, glistening greens yeah
Listening loud, listening clear
Yeah someday everything was brand new
Flash of a light then suddenly the times through
Like a moon like who knew
I’ll be right here in front of you
With whats(?) in my head
But I’m calling truce
A truce
He tell me i’m his muse
His muse
Angels and demons fused, fused
Angels and demons fused, yeah
Now all the lines are getting way too blurred
Making waves with you is what i prefer
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
Now we tripping, getting litty, fading out
And then we sittin, yeah we sittin like all of it out
All of it out
Yo i swear on having(?) you i was surf
I swear on having(?) you i was surf
Ridin round the city and you swerve(?)
Know thats me shining in the dirt
Yeah
Riding round the city and you swerve
Know thats me shining in the dirt