On The Beat - Jaill
3 A. M. Weeknight

I shot up in bed

Stood up in the kitchen counter

And began banging my head and I finally feel

I'm on the beat

Come taste my take it leave it lifestyle
It's not bested me

Saw things you made

A likeness insane

If you don't like this life well then I guess I understand

That the waves have changed

They're on the beat

They crash until there's no more like this
And your surfboard sleep

Changes they come

Oh so very fast

But the obstacle in love

Watch it every laugh

Whole week in bed

Couldn't move my leg

Angel kept me real well feed yet

Woke me up when I looked dead and I'm rearranged

You're on the beat

I like the steady one could conjure it helps me sleep

Changes they come

Oh so very fast

But the way the real dead

That the waves have