Sitting On The Wall

Some days we'd walk around San Diego and the beaches for hours...we'd put in 15-20 miles without thinking about it. Just chatting, checking out the art everywhere, and takin' in the views. That's what this song's all about, oh, and a lovely table. Lyrics (Verse 1) A wall... Art becomes statement... Vibrant and alive... Stands tall... Away from brands buildings vacant… Once revived, the nothin' expands… Without claimant or demands, Our new arrangement, A new payment form… Lackin' function, Lacking empathy, No gumption, no epiphany, no norm… Brain fodder, Catering deficiency, Gettin' smarter, Hey man, let’s relate, I got pryin' eyes, backin' an' clickbait, By the harbor, A sea, Let’s resonate, Keep trackin’ wit’ me, We’ll operate anonymously… (Chorus) An Italian table, bougie nice, Single-batch whiskey, chicken, an' rice… Dinner is sinful, we need some ice, Watering down our drinks once, then twice… Once, then twice… (Verse 2) Back to graffiti, Discreetly, Find the comedy… This ain’t Tahiti, Embrace completely, Follow through... Without the slightest hesitation… They blew it up, They scrap the plantation, They zoo it up, And promise salvation… So keep paintin', Drips are sealing the seal, A fixation, Your words fuel a translation, Between what’s possible and what’s real, Sprayin' an scratchin' since olden times… Devout mists of expression, From truths in to crimes, From youth in to mime, (Chorus) An Italian table, bougie nice, Single-batch whiskey, chicken, an' rice… Dinner is sinful, we need some ice, Watering down our drinks once, then twice… Once, then twice… (Verse 3) Soon enough they come an' wipe the slate clean, Makin' room for another statement, Fresh and unseen... Away from brands, buildings vacant, Unveil the proposal... Your stand stands known... From truth to crimes… From youth to mime… Your stand stands known... #ChillHop #ChillBeats #HipHop