Climb These Cliffs

I don't know why the sky is blue

I don't know why I write these tunes

But with a vibe like this

I'mma climb these cliffs

So I'll be there for you

Well, how you doin' bro

What's up man?

Chillin', I'm cool

It's hot as hell

I'm thinkin' 'bout takin'

A dip in a pool

F**kin' nice

I'm 'bout to hit the beach

And roll me a fatty

And grab a case of that cold shit

You know where to catch me

Welcome to the jungle by the beach

Where the sea sounds gorgeous

Three night owls been cookin'

In their tree house fortress

With them fresh herbs

Bet the whole pound got blazed

Escape that nine to five

Perpetual Groundhog Day

We just glide off the runway

Charge tracks like far laps

Smell another steak

When I step out on the tarmac

Convertible cruisers

In a tropical summer

We don't have all the answers

But we got one another

And these warm waters

Have broken up my colder days

On a piece of driftwood

Soaking up these solar rays

My god, this works

To revert that old feeling

My own therapeutic version

Of the soul healing

My crib's crew

I'm chillin' rhyme in my igloo

My music Mediterranean

Come dive in this big blue

Bohemian balcony

Bliss been bent with absinthe

I stroll through my life

Like a Jim Henson labyrinth

Walk with me

I don't know why the sky is blue

I don't know why I write these tunes

But with a vibe like this

I'mma climb these cliffs

So I'll be here for you

I don't know why the sky is blue

I don't know why I write these tunes

But with a vibe like this

I'mma climb these cliffs

So I'll be there for you

Hey yo, I'm fresh out the woodworks

Carvin' a masterpiece

Painting a paradise of audio archery

The paper plane architect

Stoned on a house boat

Reporting live from

Our home in the south brook

Turn off your televisions

Walk with me, talk with me

Behold the elements

Palm trees and pelicans

So climb cliffs

When they place those bricks

Get up, hold your head up

And don't take no shit

'Cause today, I ain't got a

Worry in the world

I'm that local scrub

Rollin' shotty with my girl

Little finger in the air

Like throw a dog a bone

'Cause Macka ain't an actor

I'm a poet on a throne

I'm a Christmas f**king carol

I'm a lonely night on a beach

I'm a simple Dutch

And I'm a complex brother

With motherf**kin' a.d.d.

And I don't know

Why I roll like this

I don't know why my soul exists

And I don't know

If I told you this

But you can bet your bottom dollar

Brother, I'll be there for you

I don't know

Why I roll like this

I don't know why my soul exists

And I don't know

If I told you this

But you can bet your bottom dollar

Brother, I'll be there for you

I don't know why the sky is blue

I don't know why I write these tunes

But with a vibe like this

I'mma climb these cliffs

So I'll be there for you

I don't know why the sky is blue

I don't know why I write these tunes

But with a vibe like this

I'mma climb these cliffs

So I'll be there for you