Salt Water - Don Johnson Big Band

I don＇t purport to be something i am not, if you supporting me But if you taunting me, you＇re not even in the orbit we Inhabit, parameters in order, we the static

Let the dust settle, step on the pedal See the sun set but I＇m, never gonna settle For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest Burn the track, this is

I＇m crossing tracks Painting tags on the walls of the metro Paradoxical truths like modern day retro Water and petrol, protons and electrodes Reality I let go wi

My mother told me it＇s a small miracle I wasn＇t killed by my umbilical chord, all before i was born It dawned on me later how a tiny pitiful flaw Could mean more

Intro Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and star

It锛噑 like that black star track, i锛噈 feeling their beat Some cities have a tendency to breath in their sleep Heeding their weak warning, i lift my hands hig

Contrary to popular belief I wasn锛噒 born with a mic in my sleeve Took damn near twenty years to proceed to that point But when i did it was a rebirth in rhyth

6.45 in the morning in december I锛噈 waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me You shivered and weeped

With a mic in my hand I＇m number one in the chain of command And it was all planned beforehand I stand corrected and perfected the styles you call grand Evolve a