$Intro - Ty Dolla $ign

Today I woke up by the shore,

Waves like heads would rush and struck forward

On a C- blank and the memories washed away by the tides…

She rides, back and forth, as I show back and forth

That mornings with window views make side of her freedom coming true

I paint, she walks my window pain, touching all her pain,

I write metaphors for her legs, spread like wings

I lay similes on her breast

Living a dream, hope out of her eyes shining beams

Lights bright stalls and nights we can’t remember

I kiss her forehead, before head just so breaksfast has it’s warning

On these mornings by the shore, score by the sounds played in the violins of

her hair blue by shallow fears

Swallows prides, I see the paintings of her footprints on the kitchen floor

And find he lives in the Beach House… 2