WATER. (feat. Bryce Vine) [Quarterhead Remix] - Snakehips & Tkay Maidza

(You are now listening to the sounds of Bryce Vine and Snakehips) (All the way from L.A., all the way from London) (So shake it, baby) (Let's go) Pause Meet me in a dark place in the back room where the lights go off You know what I want, what I want and I know what you want don't bluff You can put my heart in a headlock (headlock) Take it from the bar to the bedrock (bedrock) Throwin' up a sign saying, "Don't knock" I lost my hotel keys Have you got some room for me In that bed for one king size suite? Like a moth to a fire, got me burnin' with desire You're the opposite of water One sip I'm drinkin' on you for the night A fever coming for ya You're the opposite of water You're the opposite of water One sip I'm drinkin' on you for the night A fever coming for ya You're the opposite of water Like a cool breeze on a warm night Fashion Nova with the Off-White (Off-White) Codeine with a bit of Sprite Setting fire to the pool (pool) Strip down lying on a lie low (lie low) Snakehips make you wanna ride slow (ride slow) My tongue make her sing a high note I lost my hotel keys Have you got some room for me In that bed for one king size suite? Like a moth to a fire, got me burnin' with desire You're the opposite of water One sip I'm drinkin' on you for the night A fever coming for ya You're the opposite of water You're the opposite of water One sip I'm drinkin' on you for the night A fever coming for ya (for ya) You're the opposite of water

Deep in shallow water again you know I'm Deep in shallow water again tonight Can I get a couple a something I like I don't want to think about it Deep in shallow water again you know why Can I get you out of my head tonight I just need a couple of something I like I don't want to think about You glued to a floor, no rules anymore All doom at the shore of a fucked up night All bad news, yeah, me, you, pews Release you to the hell of a grip less tight Leap into the shallowest water Fucked up and I ain't even started I do all the things that I wanted I love on some dearly departed I hit the block or the stage Hit my hookup on the way Eastside, Westside, got your voice up in my brain Online, offline, take a picture for the page With those friends I know you hate Say they make me misbehave (Misbehave) Deep in shallow water again you know I'm Deep in shallow water again tonight Can I get a couple a something I like I don't want to think about it Deep in shallow water again you know why Can I get you out of my head tonight I just need a couple of something I like I don't want to think about you You glued to the floor, no rules anymore Tattoos in the form of a crossed out man All bad news, yeah me, you pews The least that you could do is let me drown my pain I hit the block or the stage Hit my hookup on the way Eastside, Westside, got your voice up in my brain Online, offline, take a picture for the page With those friends I know you hate Say they make me misbehave (Misbehave) Count me out, we can't make no peace about it Tracksuit off, soaking wet I think I'm drowning Drop the gloves, we could low-key keep it savage I can't forget it but the bottle keep me treading 'Til I'm down Deep in shallow water again you know I'm Deep in shallow water again tonight Can I get a couple a something I like I don't want to think about it Deep in shallow water again you know why Can I get you out of my head tonight I just need a couple a something I like I don't want to think about you (No I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you, can't stop)

All I see outside is problems I've been hidin' in my room I don't think I'm gonna solve 'em But I can try, you know I do I keep my distance from the phone lines I just found out it's Saturday Picked my guitar up for the first time, in months Forgot how much I love to play And all my friends tell me I'm so bad with faces I think I've seen too many Been to far away places Got stamps I don't remember From two-hour vacations I'm too good at complainin' Considerin' everything 'Cause I'm not one to turn on a blind eye There's things I should acknowledge And take responsibility for Feel like I might die Every time I walk out the door All I see outside is problems I hope they're mostly gone by June Yeah, all I see these days is problems But my favorite one is you Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh 'Cause I'm not one to turn on a blind eye There's things I should acknowledge And take responsibility for Feel like I might die Every time I walk out there door All I see outside is problems I've been hidin' in my room I don't think I'm gonna solve 'em But I can try, you know I do (Bet you know I do) All I see outside is problems I hope they're mostly gone by June Yeah, all I see these days is problems But my favorite one is you Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Okay I know it's been a minute since we come along The old house you were livin' in is now a synagogue Opa, the hardest part of growin' is the lack of a choice (Yeah) I rolled past that old bowling alley but now it's a vance Rolled past the O'Malley house and the family is gone It's cold now but I'm highly evolved So I don't feel the cold in the car I stopped two blocks from the high school lot On the corner every mornin' where Denae got dropped Pretty broad, mama caught up on the PTA Sneaker off, ditch your class and go to CPK But it's A, okay Still a markin' from the tires, where my old car crashed Metal, glass, burnin' rubber on my old car dashed My boy sleep in the back God damn it another panic from your blow hard dad Fuck around in the back of a Jeep Run amok in the street Follow wakin' in the passenger seat, all aboard That ship don't sail like it did anymore so We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright Well it's been so long and you're still so neat Hair still shinin' and you smell so clean Romance those days when you passed back Looks to me on horn-rimmed shades in advanced class books Walked my way in a plaid green skirt Hide that stain on my band t-shirt My friends all laughed when you grabbed my hand Had young love and I lost that chance Man, oh man, how the years slipped by me? Hop off the page with the devil behind me, oh Good fuckin' work Another ten years at the tip of the iceberg We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright Okay I know it's been a minute since we come along The old house you were livin' in is now a cinema I'm not growin' by decision or lack of a choice, yeah But I remember the smoke blaze and aimin' the stars Still remember the drunk fights that gave me the scars, all aboard That ship don't sail like it did anymore so We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright Just say We might be better off for all those Bruises and the scars The times we missed the mark That made me feel We're goin' back to the fire side It's been a long time but we're alright

(Runnin', runnin' back, runnin' back to nostalgia) (Runnin', runnin' back, runnin' back) Last night I had a dream Shit was crazy vivid like a memory Rollin' up the covers of a magazine Smokin' in your parents' whip with salmon seats Lit like we were 17 Green Day on the radio, drivin' with nowhere to go Friday watchin' Friday, had it my way, I would never grow up We were young and we were dumb and in love (Young, dumb, and in love) Yeah, yeah, yeah, makin' out in the livin' room Yeah, yeah, yeah, sneakin' out never difficult Cold outside, skinny dippin' in a swimmin' pool Life's so wild, been a while Since I put my fuckin' phone down and slowed down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back, the nostalgia, yeah Let me put my fuckin' phone down and slow it down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia I miss bein' broke, I miss that vanilla in my Coke Colors in my head, I get philosophic when I smoke I should probably hit this party, get it poppin' 'cause I don't Do this often like I used to back when Luda had a 'fro (Yeah, yeah, yeah) makin' out in the livin' room (Yeah, yeah, yeah) sneakin' out never difficult Cold outside, skinny dippin' in a swimmin' pool Life's so wild, been a while Since I put my fuckin' phone down and slowed down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back, the nostalgia, yeah Let me put my fuckin' phone down and slow it down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia (Run it, run it back, run it back to nostalgia) (Run it, run it back, run it back, back, back) Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia (Run it back, back, back, back) (Run it, run it back, run it back to nostalgia) (Run it, run it back, run it back) (Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia)

Going up like crypto Don't know what to do with my dough I should buy my bag a bag But which? I can't decide though Flipped a full 180 Now you checking out your vitals Adding up seven, it's 187 homicidal (ooh) I'm 5150, I run through your city, I'm strapped with machetes Believe me, I'm petty, I'm rocky, I'm ready Straight to the dome got you dreaming, I'm Freddy You shouldn't upset me Every day that end in why I call it fright night Couple fangs on a grill, that's a light bite Two shots to the ribs, that's a highlight If the price right, turn them off, night light I just woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence, ooh Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Watch me kill the silence You might also like Eat your heart out on a silver plate They've been fishy so I'm eating steak On the hook I catch'em with the bait Get up out my face, s'il vous plait Mess'em up and call it Basquiat If I see ya, it get nastier Downing bottles of Courvoisier Bury bodies in the backyard A parking spot, my only validation Wait for who? I don't got the patience Talking shit, you full of constipation You don't know the trials and tribulations I just woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence, ooh Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Watch me kill the silence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence, ooh Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Woke up and chose violence Going up like crypto Don't know what to do with my dough I should buy my bag a bag But which? I can't decide though Flipped a full 180 Now you checking out your vitals Adding up seven, it's 187 homicidal