People don't change their minds that fast
Somebody said that progress occurs funeral by funeral
And I think there's a lot of truth to that
I put a great deal of faith in young people
Of course, they turn old and they may get frozen in their ideas
I'm a highlander, let's go places
Bystander but so flagrant
Mind and matter, far as I can gather
Time goes fast, I can see your growth nascent
Too much haze
Every last turn where I grew up, maize
Fanny-pack pack could of blew up the trade
Anti-cap, I do not mulah praise
I'm trying to tune up my brain
I'm alive and living, not prime but building
Fracture the mind, won't you try division
I decline your mission
Ten tracks cover more ground than a tiling business
For the crime of chilling I was apprehended
Confessional talks with the backseat reverend
Frenchman coughs so I taxi the Cessna
Feel like when Maurice tried crack on the television
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
I said I've been back on my grind, these last couple nights
I was passing the time like the pack that I light
This is magic enshrined, tap into the guy
Shit's so deep, I'm like Shaq in disguise
The grass on this side's much greener
Got divine right, watch you try to subpoena
Call up Aaliyah, I don't believe you
Panem et circenses, fill an arena
Killing these features, metaphorically of course
All for the exorbitant re-up
Hold more heat than a tea cup
FL boy but I got my reasons
Jesus, my bible's a vinyl
Where the needle hits the groove you'll find us
Noon in the wild west, your time's up
Plus four and I realize my time's up
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
Catalyst - Catching The Rain Lyrics
Catalyst - Catching The Rain Lyrics
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People don't change their minds that fast
Somebody said that progress occurs funeral by funeral
And I think there's a lot of truth to that
I put a great deal of faith in young people
Of course, they turn old and they may get frozen in their ideas
I'm a highlander, let's go places
Bystander but so flagrant
Mind and matter, far as I can gather
Time goes fast, I can see your growth nascent
Too much haze
Every last turn where I grew up, maize
Fanny-pack pack could of blew up the trade
Anti-cap, I do not mulah praise
I'm trying to tune up my brain
I'm alive and living, not prime but building
Fracture the mind, won't you try division
I decline your mission
Ten tracks cover more ground than a tiling business
For the crime of chilling I was apprehended
Confessional talks with the backseat reverend
Frenchman coughs so I taxi the Cessna
Feel like when Maurice tried crack on the television
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
I said I've been back on my grind, these last couple nights
I was passing the time like the pack that I light
This is magic enshrined, tap into the guy
Shit's so deep, I'm like Shaq in disguise
The grass on this side's much greener
Got divine right, watch you try to subpoena
Call up Aaliyah, I don't believe you
Panem et circenses, fill an arena
Killing these features, metaphorically of course
All for the exorbitant re-up
Hold more heat than a tea cup
FL boy but I got my reasons
Jesus, my bible's a vinyl
Where the needle hits the groove you'll find us
Noon in the wild west, your time's up
Plus four and I realize my time's up
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
Somebody said that progress occurs funeral by funeral
And I think there's a lot of truth to that
I put a great deal of faith in young people
Of course, they turn old and they may get frozen in their ideas
I'm a highlander, let's go places
Bystander but so flagrant
Mind and matter, far as I can gather
Time goes fast, I can see your growth nascent
Too much haze
Every last turn where I grew up, maize
Fanny-pack pack could of blew up the trade
Anti-cap, I do not mulah praise
I'm trying to tune up my brain
I'm alive and living, not prime but building
Fracture the mind, won't you try division
I decline your mission
Ten tracks cover more ground than a tiling business
For the crime of chilling I was apprehended
Confessional talks with the backseat reverend
Frenchman coughs so I taxi the Cessna
Feel like when Maurice tried crack on the television
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
I said I've been back on my grind, these last couple nights
I was passing the time like the pack that I light
This is magic enshrined, tap into the guy
Shit's so deep, I'm like Shaq in disguise
The grass on this side's much greener
Got divine right, watch you try to subpoena
Call up Aaliyah, I don't believe you
Panem et circenses, fill an arena
Killing these features, metaphorically of course
All for the exorbitant re-up
Hold more heat than a tea cup
FL boy but I got my reasons
Jesus, my bible's a vinyl
Where the needle hits the groove you'll find us
Noon in the wild west, your time's up
Plus four and I realize my time's up
What can I say
What can I say
What can I say
New colors are nothing but shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Open the shades
Let the light filter in through the haze
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Do nothing but pummel my brain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
Writer: L. Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid