First Light

[Intro] Feel colder than ever (Remember when we used to sleep with beanies on and shit?) Beanies on in the winter (Oh man, I can't do that shit anymore, man, that was fucked up) Patience keep getting thinner (I think we're all growing up now) I'm still the same boy somewhere in there From back in the days in the hills Where my best friend was my dealer, ay yeah [Verse 1] Now I'm back in black, yeah, always black Like AC/DC, pray for some of what they had Pray my nanna's there when I step out of a cab You know I gotta rap, my calling ain't calling back Yeah, all these rappers stay talkin' That's Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen Tryna gun me like JFK when I'm rollin' but I stay dodging I'm the second shooter like Klay Thompson [Chorus] Waitin' on the first light (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pray you make it to the morning Tell me, baby, when you're up high (Up high, up high) Does it feel like you're falling? Does it feel like you're falling? [Verse 2] Always real, never changing, yeah (First light) Very me, no variations (First light) I gave it all, I never gave in, oh (Oh) Plus I'm always fuckin', never dating, yeah Keep it underground like cellars and basements And there ain't no celebrations yet My first album went wood like a timber floor Instead of doing them, I'm just doing me a little more (Ooh) Tell 'em, broke ain't broken 'til you give it up (Ooh) Money ain't shit if your spirit poor Let my spirit soar, and the spirits pour I love these clothes, but it's all just material So much fun it feels like love, but it's really not Nights like this, and it's all too familiar [Chorus] Waitin' on the first light (Oh) Pray you make it to the morning (What? What?) Tell me, baby, when you're up high Does it feel like you're falling? Does it feel like you're falling? [Bridge] (Waitin' on) First light, first light First light, first light Ooh, ooh, ooh [Outro] "Everything in time," they told me Waiting for the right time, baby So what are you waiting for now? Just waiting for a flood in dry country Where it never rains, not really When the red sand turns to mud We'll swim through the desert, love