Allday – First Light lyrics

[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, 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

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

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

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

Pray you make it to the morning

Tell me, baby, when you’re up high

Does it feel like you’re falling?

Does it feel like you’re falling?

[Bridge]

First light, first light

First light, first light

Oooh, oooh, oooh

[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