What It Is

Another Saturday in love

But our love is slow

I hear Cudi playing in the pool

Let's turn it up

Little dude, we don't fuck with interviews

Not about to tell 'em what I didn't do

She left through the bathroom window

I just found the city in the swimming pool

It's the sun bouncing off of the pool

It's the cloud of smoke wherever we move

It's the merry pranksters and trippy summer crew

I know it's hot but we be keepin' it cool

(Aye, Lucy)

It's the sun bouncing off the pool

It's the cloud of smoke wherever we move

It's the merry pranksters and trippy summer crew

I know it's hot but we be keepin' it cool

(Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool)

Summer days

A golf cart died, and Lucy called, but I'm on my way

Quick jumpstart, then my heart drowns (callin' me)

But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, can't wait

(She never been to the city at night)

The games over, the Range Rover Sport

Parked outside with a watch in it

In Daytona

And Denali beside me we takin' over

We poolside, 818 sippin', we hangover

There's snakes in the sprinkler fresh grass

But I'm King Cobra

There's copious things I couldn't cope with

I'm cuttin' corners

Imagination borderless

So, there's a lot of things I'm bored of

Pink clouds fly above your house

I love your disorder

I just wish I woulda knew all the colors before

It's the sun bouncing off of the pool

It's the cloud of smoke wherever we move

It's the merry pranksters and trippy summer crew

I know it's hot but we be keepin' it cool

(Aye, Lucy)

It's the sun bouncing off the pool

It's the cloud of smoke wherever we move

It's the merry pranksters and trippy summer crew

I know it's hot but we be keepin' it cool

(Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool)

You don't wanna lose who we really are

You don't wanna lose who we really are

You don't wanna lose who we really are

You don't wanna lose who we really are

I feel obligated to slip into pocket

And spit knowledge when I'm not

Star-gazing and bar raising

I'm playing guitar for prisons in Haiti

I'm sunset chasin', its wavy baby

Bands set up in the basement

If they talking crazy, we can go give 'em something amazing

I seen it between the matrixes

They still riddled on the basic shit

Like girl's fragrances and federal reserve

Don't go inheriting shackles on the vernacular

Ancient batteries buried in Africa

History is cappin', it's bent ass-backwards

I just saw a pterodactyl

The whole world's a fractal

You can see it if you're tactical

Summer days

My golf cart died, and Lucy called, but I'm on my way

Quick jumpstart, then my heart drowns (callin' me)

But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, it can't wait

I'm on the way

I was conversatin' with sunflowers

You are, you light up the room

Girl you are

Speaking in code, like it's QR

The boys lookin' at the moon

So what, I rather be in Exuma

I might sing about you too much (I might sing about you too much)

Same one, but this one is newer (still the same)

London (poppin' up)

I had a bottle of somethin' (solid cups)

The uni kids thought I was bugging'

Face painted blue and I love it

I didn't have a clue (what I wanted)

Fears, man, I had to confront 'em

Turns out they didn't want nothin'

Didn't want nothin' but I will be callin' your bluff

Your shit is bad and it's comin'

(Fuck)

Sunflowers get covered by the rain showers

On a layover, six hours

Ridin' to you from the hills, just a rusty cowboy