Thrilla

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