Matt Citron - Shallow Waters lyrics

[Verse 1] Another night in the shallow water Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12 Seats leather they heating well Eating well 'cause I'm well spoken Your bell's broken mine's ringing off Kit the cat but can't break 'em off Kinda torn I can't take 'em all Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you'd find dues to pay Who's the realest? Lately I put the I in realest I just don't have the time to feel it You just don't have the grind to k** it Keeping track of these bills is hard Who's the Russell and who's the Walton it ain't all black and white Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don't cry behind them I ride with mine in mind Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute So f** your feelings and f** your boo I might f** her too then go ghost on her I'm the one who does most honor Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners Grab the wheel with no ghost riders Imma write em obituaries Coldest booming in January Born again *** Thanks Beth for the lyrics