Текст песни Thrilla - Wesley Joseph

Old-school
Old-school like them summer days I woke to with no clue
Feel it on your skin, the cold truth, it cold soon
Yeah, that's how you know I'm local, I'm local
Where I'm comin' from we soulful, hopeful
This time my brothers going global, bi-coastal
Get in touch with me by postal, not with the social
I'm off the edge, at least I'm close to, the bitter snow due
I'm feelin' vocal

Marvel in reflection, just a blind man with another sense
Balancin' potential and its negligence
See, you wasn't born like this, arsonist
It doesn't just come like this, hard to digest
In your chest, speak it, but it don't exist

Uh, I bе the old-school Thrilla
Back in the winter in some loose-fittin' linen
Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up
Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker
Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer
Soaked in the liquor, but the soul sees it clearer
Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition
Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

Follow who? These brothers savin' face and I can't relate
Was jumpin' train, lookin' at the planes
Now they feelin' strange
I got a taste, this that bitter-sweet heat beneath your feat
Won't play it safe, visions in my dreams, who do you believe?

They fear the change, lookin' hollow, tomorrow divided in barricades
Thought I saw the future comin' close, but that was yesterday
Way back on the island, grandad cuttin' up that sugarcane
Told me love is violent, but nothin' good painless anyway
Uh, so I'm just waitin' by the riverside (side, the side)
Just watchin' time go by (go by, go by)
Ayy, and if you don't know what the river's like
(It's like, it's like)

Uh, you should take a dive, no lie
I lie behind the madness, I was vanished, now I'm showin' late
Life with no escape will make you feel a way (a way)
But there's magic in the sadness if you watchin' when I levitate
I celebrate this moment like I know my fate (ayy, ayy)

3 AM dancin' in the rave on my lonely (lonely)
3 AM dancin' in the rave, rave, rave, rave

Uh, I be the old-school Thrilla
Back in the winter in some loose-fittin' linen
Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up
Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker
Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer
Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer
Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition
Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

All of my lows lookin' the same
Swallow my pride, channel my rage
Where have you been? I been away
Under my skin, stuck in my ways
All of my stress put on a page
What I possess, it's in a blaze
Nothin' to say, just get out the flame
Cover your face (look, look)

The energy blessed, watch where you step
Crack in the pave, mid of the west
When are you comin'? I'm tellin' them next
Now you feelin' the breeze when it blow on your neck
Sick of these brothers, I'm sick of these figures
I see through the ceilin', my shoulders is killin'
My head stay lif' up, lif' up

Industry, this is a stick-up, stick up
Pavin' a way like back in the day
When the cane rows came tight like the bars I write
Five-foot-nine, but you still look up and it ain't my time
But you still look up, livin' on a high 'til I fall down
Lookin' out and the sun don't ever come down
'Til it dark outside and the kids still out
'Til the dawn of the mornin', the kids still out

Lookin' crazy, yeah
On occasion with me
It's amazing, yeah
How you hate me, yeah

3 AM dancin' in the rave on my lonely (lonely)
3 AM dancin' in the rave, rave, rave, rave
4 AM dancin' 'til it's late on my lonely (lonely)
4 AM dancin' in the rave, rave, rave, rave

Uh, I be the old-school Thrilla
Back in the winter in some loose-fittin' linen
Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up
Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker
Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer
Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer
Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition
Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

But why don't you ever call my phone?
Why don't you ever call me? (Call me)
Why don't you ever call my phone?
Why don't you ever?
And why don't you ever call back home?
Home
I can't forget about home, so what's home?

Melody and bones chillin', young lust and skin drippin'
On a vibe ting
Writin' made pictures in the silence
Intermission
Summer nights caught in transition

Ain't no small-town heroes when protagonists missin'
Back home where the heart is, I was feeling at my darkest
Back home where the art is and that grit that won't tarnish
Phone got no charge in, but it got the same digits
Holdin' a same-day ticket for a visit
On my way home

Look at me, always, I got faith in you
Know the same songs, written for you, always