Sitting under the Sun Waistin' time
In a realm where the sun's fierce rays embrace, Lies a dock where time finds its resting place. Ships come and go, in a rhythmic ballet, As a lone soul watches, day after day.
A rebel's haven, far from the norm's reign, Where lyrics of freedom flow through the refrain. With Georgia left behind, and Frisco as the stage, A poetic gangster's tale, etched on this page.
A song of solitude, a tale of the free, Watching tides, in this realm by the sea. Wastin' time, yet living on his own terms, In this melted realm, where each moment confirms.
(Verse 1) Chillin' in this scorched sun's blaze, From dawn to dusk, in a rhythmic haze. Eyes locked on streets where moves take flight, Ships come and go, vanish into the night.
In this realm, cool and slick, I hold my throne, Left Georgia behind, this Frisco's my zone. Nothin' to live for, nothin' to gain, Just sittin' here watchin', no need to explain.
(Chorus) On this bay's edge, I'm wastin' time, Watchin' as the tides make their climb. Sittin' here on this dock, makin' no claim, In a world of mine, playin' my own game.
(Verse 2) Ain't nothin' changin', everything stays the same, Ten people speak, but I won't play their game. I carve my own path, in this realm I reside, Rest my bones here, let my thoughts collide.
Two thousand miles I traveled, seekin' a sign, Ended up here, makin' this dock mine. Just sittin', watchin' this tide's slow sway, In this melted realm, where I'll forever stay.
(Chorus) Here at the dock, watchin' life roll by, In this world of mine, under the sky. Sittin' by this bay, wastin' time, Livin' my way, in my own paradigm.
In this realm, cool and slick, I hold my throne, Left Georgia behind, this Frisco's my zone. Nothin' to live for, nothin' to gain, Just sittin' here watchin', no need to explain.
(Chorus) On this bay's edge, I'm wastin' time, Watchin' as the tides make their climb. Sittin' here on this dock, makin' no claim, In a world of mine, playin' my own game.
(Verse 2) Ain't nothin' changin', everything stays the same, Ten people speak, but I won't play their game. I carve my own path, in this realm I reside, Rest my bones here, let my thoughts collide.
Two thousand miles I traveled, seekin' a sign, Ended up here, makin' this dock mine. Just sittin', watchin' this tide's slow sway, In this melted realm, where I'll forever stay.
(Chorus) Here at the dock, watchin' life roll by, In this world of mine, under the sky. Sittin' by this bay, wastin' time, Livin' my way, in my own paradigm.
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