Chaparral song by Healy from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Alternative, Indie Rap, Pop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Chaparral Meaning
| [[Chorus] Why the future so much closer than it feels On my heel? Ayy Wear a Jesus piece for cross appeal What the deal, ayy Made it ’cause we had some time to kill Stayed ’cause California need to chill, on the real, ayy All my clothes they smell like chaparral (Chaparral) All my clothes they smell like chaparral, ayy If I change, it don’t mean that I forgot myself (Don’t mean that I forgot myself) I still miss notches in my belt, ayy [Verse 1] I got the world on my breath (On my breath) Memory for every hair on my chest (Hair on my chest) I got my head in the clouds (In the clouds) Heaven forbid Yeah I been torn up, sure enough Rollercoaster, Zippin Pippin Keep your composure, holy roller Yeah boy, you trippin’ Go through the motions (Go through the motions) Glass already broken (Glass already broken) Life out of focus can’t capture your moments Tie some knots with my loose ends Trade my soul for some shoe-ins Never mind my influence it’s away and below Mississippi my ocean, Melrose my Union There go my roots again , [Chorus] Why the future so much closer than it feels On my heel? Ayy Wear a Jesus piece for cross appeal What the deal, ayy Made it ’cause we had some time to kill Stayed ’cause California need to chill, on the real, ayy All my clothes they smell like chaparral (Chaparral) All my clothes they smell like chaparral, ayy If I change, don’t mean that I forgot myself (Don’t mean that I forgot myself) I still remember how it felt, ayy [Verse 2] Yeah, roll my windows down A hundred thousand miles an hour and I’m homeward bound Man I used to be empowered, now I’m overwhelmed (I’m overwhelemed) Stratify my alibis and hold myself (Myself) You gotta know yourself (Yourself) Man, I was seaside, vinyasa (Seaside, vinyasa) Wear no zapatas Jobim Sinatra (Jobim Sinatra), feeling frittata Ali Ababwa, now I’m okay with nada (Okay with nada) Did what I wanna, now I do what I’ve gotta , [Outro] Ah, ah, ah Ooh, ooh-ah] |
