Bay 2 Island Dreams

From the Bay of the Island Living in my head Concrete underfoot But I dream that sand instead Got a closet full of flip-flops, sports shorts, tees But I'm stuck in these shoes in the city breeze From the Bay of the Islands every time I breathe Here the waves and the horns when the cars all leave You can try my body on these mainland streets But my heart right ties with a warm windless breeze Woke up to the Cyrus, not a rooster called Rail line hum instead of waterfall Grey sky leak over downtown glow Miss that sun hit water like a hollow shore Hoodie on tight and his bae went stings But my brain seat palms in a refline ring Money car shake like a small boat shot But there is no salt, just a break dust drop In my phone all the pics from the coast I missed Blue on blue with a coconut kiss Scroll through shots of the boys in the sand Stiff chair, got vans on feet, but I think about slippers Lunch break bench, feel faker than filters Every time that fog roll over these beams, I surf right out in my daydream scene Two bays in my soul, on the day you're alone One made of steel, one made of salt Now the fire grind in the city grid Tryna stack just enough for the life I did Coffee in a two go cup, not from the shack No play, lunch, steam in a phone box stack I miss rainbows to you till then when the bay wind cut too deep I let that island playlist rock me to sleep mainland money island heart tryna bridge both worlds till they match my chart from the bay to the island feel long Still hear that island in my favorite song Some of us gotta hustle with a rent too high Work the clock till the months fly by But every time the wind hit just right I swear I smell salt on this bass all night You could take me from the shore Put me under these beams But you ain't taking these eyes and dreams But I dream less and instead Got a closet full of flip-flops