William Pippins - The Wave Lyrics

The ups the down the highs the lows the storm it comes the wind
Its blows and then we find ourselves steady floating the wave
And then we find ourselves steady floating the wave floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave

We'll see if it works, but if it don't bury me in trueness, and give my people the hope
The music that I locked in my studio more than dope
A message from a kid talking bout music I wrote so he was scrabbling with paragraph's and
Talking about life on the edge depression is real is real when I'm popping these meds
I heard yo songs so I had to hit yo dm's it's funny how the pursuit of happiness probably free'd him
I'm right the note he left me is more inspiring
As I get to the end i start crying I been living
With yo songs for the past years so this the end result like paps mere
See Ima Effect by this life that I live I've been in and out of foster homes nobody really cared
My dad died when I was young I know you can't relate
But I been living with what if I love this crazy place I guess we both dreamers
I guess we both from a different place but both seen it
I wish my mom was still alive so I can tell her all the things that I been copping with
I mean she breathing but the pills keep her motion sick
Mean she dead in her mental
I wish that I can call you and tell what I've been in through
Just say a prayer, yo song blessed me don't forget me when you make it there
I'm just fan living in hell tryna make this clear, clear

The ups the down the highs the lows the storm it comes the wind
Its blows and then we find ourselves steady floating the wave
And then we find ourselves steady floating the wave floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave
We find ourselves floating the wave

Maybe the war was never outside
And just maybe
Maybe penetrating a heart made of flesh was always better than one made of stone
Because penetrating a heart made of stone would only break it
And maybe embracing the pain was always better than never learning to withstand it
Let's talk more about what's on the inside
Beloved have you been here lately?
They point and they accuse but have you been here lately?
Maybe your ups and highs were always connected with your downs and lows
Maybe the inside always had control over the weather
And my hand and my spirit like the wind who carried you
Who's to say I was never in the storm?
And just maybe
Maybe I strategically placed you in the valley
Maybe your round-about was not coincidence
Maybe those bones looked a lot like the inside
Maybe those bones were always connected with the outside
Have you been here lately?
Here in the spirit
Lately I have not heard from you
Maybe I didn't bring you here to ask you something that I already know
But I'll ask you this once, beloved, can these bones live?