Thrilla
Wesley Joseph Lyrics

Old-school like them summer days I woke to with no clue
Reminiscing about the carefree days of my youth, when I had no responsibilities or worries

Feel it on your skin, the cold truth, it cold soon
Experiencing the harsh reality and its impending consequences

Yeah, that′s how you know I'm local, I′m local
Identifying with my hometown and its culture

Where I'm comin' from we soulful, hopeful
In my community, we are filled with soul and optimistic dreams

This time my brothers going global, bi-coastal
My friends are expanding their influence beyond our local area, reaching both coasts

Get in touch with me by postal, not with the social
Reach out to me through traditional mail, not through social media

I′m off the edge, at least I′m close to, the bitter snow due
I may be teetering on the edge, but at least I'm near the harsh reality that awaits

I'm feelin′ vocal
I have a desire to express myself and be heard

Marvel in reflection, just a blind man with another sense
Finding amazement in self-reflection, despite lacking one of my senses

Balancin' potential and its negligence
Trying to find equilibrium between my untapped potential and my neglectful tendencies

See, you wasn′t born like this, arsonist
You weren't naturally inclined to be destructive like an arsonist

It doesn't just come like this, hard to digest
This state of being doesn't come naturally and is difficult to comprehend

In your chest, speak it, but it don′t exist
You feel the urge to speak, but the words hold no substance or reality

Uh, I bе the old-school thrilla
I am the captivating presence of old-school vibes

Back in the winter in somе loose-fittin' linen
During the winter, wearing comfortable and relaxed linen clothing

Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up
My phone is unreachable and I am difficult to contact

Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker
I am like a ghost with an ethereal presence, yet you can still see signs of life

Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer
All my friends are genuine and authentic

Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer
Though indulging in alcohol, my soul is able to perceive things with clarity

Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition
I am the one who brings the wave of creativity to its full realization

Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through
I am deeply connected to the vastness of the ocean, and I am about to manifest it in my actions

Follow who? These brothers savin′ face and I can′t relate
Why should I follow these individuals who prioritize saving their reputation over genuine connection?

Was jumpin' train, lookin′ at the planes
I was seeking new experiences, while also observing the possibilities that lie ahead

Now they feelin' strange
Now they are experiencing a sense of unfamiliarity and discomfort

I got a taste, this that bitter-sweet heat beneath your feat
I have experienced a glimpse of this bittersweet intensity that lies beneath the surface

Won't play it safe, visions in my dreams, who do you believe?
I refuse to conform and take the safe route, and I question which visions in my dreams are worth believing in

They fear the change, lookin' hollow, tomorrow divided in barricades
They are afraid of change and as a result, they appear empty and the future is separated by barriers

Thought I saw the future comin′ close, but that was yesterday
I thought the future was within reach, but that perception was only valid in the past

Way back on the island, grandad cuttin' up that sugarcane
In the distant past, on the island, my grandfather was engaged in the laborious task of cutting sugarcane

Told me love is violent, but nothin' good painless anyway
He taught me that love can be intense and painful, and that there is no worthwhile experience without some form of discomfort

Uh, so I′m just waitin′ by the riverside (Side, the side)
I am patiently waiting by the riverside, observing the passage of time

Just watchin' time go by (Go by, go by)
Simply observing the passage of time, without taking any action

Ayy, and if you don′t know what the river's like
And if you are unaware of the essence and nature of the river

(It′s like, it's like)
(It is similar to, it is similar to)

Uh, you should take a dive, no lie
You should immerse yourself in its depths, without hesitation

I lie behind the madness, I was vanished, now I′m showin' late
I hide within the chaos, disappearing from sight, but now I am making a belated appearance

Life with no escape will make you feel a way (A way)
Being trapped in life without any means of escape will evoke a certain emotional response

But there's magic in the sadness if you watchin′ when I levitate
There is a transformative power in embracing sadness if you witness my ability to rise above it

I celebrate this moment like I know my fate (Ayy, ayy)
I rejoice in this present moment as if I am aware of my destined path

3AM dancin′ in the rave on my lonely (Lonely)
Dancing alone in the rave at 3AM, feeling a sense of loneliness

3AM dancin' in the rave, rave, rave, rave
Dancing energetically in the rave, surrounded by the pulsating music and atmosphere

4AM dancin′ ′til it's late on my lonely (Lonely)
Continuing to dance until the early hours of the morning, still feeling a sense of solitude

4AM dancin′ in the rave, rave, rave, rave
Engaging in passionate dancing in the rave, fully immersed in the vibrant experience

But why don't you ever call my phone?
Why do you never reach out to me through phone calls?

Why don′t you ever call me? (Call me)
Why do you never make an effort to contact me?

And why don′t you ever call back home?
And why do you never return calls to our shared home?

Home
Referring to the concept of home and its significance

I can′t forget about home, so what's home?
I cannot ignore the importance of home, so can you define what home truly means?

Melody and bones chillin′, young lust and skin drippin'
The essence of music and the human body intertwining, expressing youthful desire and sensuality

On a vibe ting
In a state of being influenced by a particular energy or mood

Writin′, made pictures in the silence
Engaging in the act of writing and creating vivid imagery in moments of silence

Intermission
A brief pause or break in the action

Summer nights caught in transition
Experiencing transformative moments during the warm nights of summer

Ain't no small-town heroes when protagonists missin′
In a small town, there are no heroes or main characters when they are absent or unseen

Back home where the heart is, I was feeling at my darkest
Returning to my place of origin, where my heart resides, but also feeling a sense of darkness and despair

Back home where the art is and that grit that won't tarnish
Returning to a place where artistry thrives and the resilience remains strong

Phone got no charge in, but it got the same digits
My phone has no battery life, but the numbers to contact me remain the same

Holdin' a same-day ticket for a visit
Holding a ticket for a visit that will occur on the same day

On my way home
In the process of returning to my place of origin

Look at me, always, I got faith in you
Look closely at me, I always have faith in you

Know the same songs, written for you, always
We share a connection through the same songs that are written specifically for you, always

I′m gonna wait for you, always
I am committed to waiting for you, always