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Arc-en-ciel

Prada ft. Willyod

Pensées (version acoustique)

[Intro]  
Gulf breeze hittin’, sun low in the west  
Took the long hard road just to learn how to rest  

[Hook]  
Made it down to Texas, livin’ by the coast  
Gulf waves risin’ like a silent toast  
Money on autopilot, balance on growth  
Borderline view next to Mexico  
Salt on my skin, heavy weight let go  
Cool night air, warm heart slow  
No more grind, just time to glow  
Texas in my chest with the Gulf below  

[Verse 1]  
Eight cold years where the wind cut skin  
Steel in my hands, no room to win  
Clock kept talkin’, same long spin  
Dreams on hold while the checks rolled in  
Stacked that cash, wrote down one plan  
Get out clean, find warm dry sand  
Now porch light soft on this small beach town  
Sky burnin’ orange as the sun drops down  

Boots by the door full of dried-up salt  
Past in my head, but it’s not my fault  
I paid my dues, now I call this halt  
Turned every hard shift into this result  
Walk that shoreline, headphones on low  
Tide breathe slow like it’s in on the code  
Every step forward writes over the cold  
New life printed where the waves unfold  

[Hook]  
Made it down to Texas, livin’ by the coast  
Gulf waves risin’ like a silent toast  
Money on autopilot, balance on growth  
Borderline view next to Mexico  
Salt on my skin, heavy weight let go  
Cool night air, warm heart slow  
No more grind, just time to glow  
Texas in my chest with the Gulf below  

[Verse 2]  
Morning light cut through the blinds so thin  
Fan barely turning, but I still sleep in  
Accounts stay fat while the tide rolls in  
Work once hard, now I breathe that win  
Margarita glass with a clean salt ring  
Ice move slow when the night wind sing  
No loud engines, no phone that sting  
Just a soft low hum from the water and stingray fins  

Street stand open with the grill smoke high  
Spanish on the air while the heat drifts by  
Border line close but the sea don’t lie  
Same blue sheet meet the same wide sky  
I’m not chasin’ bosses, not chasin’ praise  
Just guard this calm I carved from the haze  
If you knew the cost of these quiet days  
You’d treat each wave like a medal you raised  

[Bridge]  
No more steel yard glare in my eyes at dawn  
Now it’s moonlight stripes on the water ’til gone  
Traded in frostbite breath for this warm night song  
Right place, right time, took the long way on  

[Hook – Final]  
Made it down to Texas, livin’ by the coast  
Gulf waves risin’ like a silent toast  
Money on autopilot, balance on growth  
Borderline view next to Mexico  
Salt on my skin, heavy weight let go  
Cool night air, warm heart slow  
No more grind, just time to glow  
Texas in my chest with the Gulf below  

[Outro]  
If they ask where I went, where I chose to stay  
Say I found my peace where the water hits the bay  
No frost on the glass, just that Gulf tide flow  
Texas on the map, but this feels like home

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Tsune