Verse 1 (evv'n'flo):
In the be/ginning I was made of water paddlin from an amniotic
Fluid river movin with earth axis with no plan just options
/ and in my molten core I couldn’t picture hopeless war
/ just a simplest life where everybody’s livin with their open doors

Deep in wide as the River Jordan of scripture it’s a
Sleepy eyed spring in origin of existence
/ My life kept creepin on by given ordinance from decision amidst us
But mislabeling tide washes over us with the name religion

/ cuz that’s a dangerous term for how to pass blame n other worth
/ The stage’s allure makes for corruption of our mother earth
Ending to our suffrage thus becoming something like infinite suffering
/. No listening or budging budgeting nothing sinking every minute we runnin

/ Cant keep runnin away I heard somebody say comin from the pharcyde
/ But a plans goin underway under ugly skyline nothing but the hard times
/ on a par 5 scorin a triple bogey sippin on o e sittin lonely
Porin /liqour for a distant homie stead im choosing to

Chorus A (Vin):
be like /Water fluid liquid trickling soothing
Until I get resistance I’m movin smoothly
like /Water fluid liquid trickling soothing
Until I get resistance I’m movin smoothly

Verse 2 (evv'n'flo):
many /Waiting for the water to pool in other Tenants are against the grain while many in /pain stayin in arid region in scarcely bleak season even
If, we immensely change we dependant on rain to go with the flow
It’s a /ride on the rodeo holdin a bowl waitin to garner sacred water

n you never know So let it go we animals planning on getting old but
Essentially nothing is credible even down to the minerals so the wise vow for a lifestyle when you wanna be up in the right valve is that water is incredibly seminal, sentimental not set it stone, so follow the evv’n’flo

Steppin on a set of steppin stones cross alotta bodies catapult
I don’t ever know if we’ll get back home, all I ever wanted was mass revolt
No results for the thirsty and hungry distilled stagnant doubtful harverst
Feelin really lucky in a country where the facuet spouts in a house or apartment

Chorus B (Vin):
Beautifully carrying out my existence
Nothing to lose nothing to prove, I do what truly suits me
Beautifully carrying out my existence, like Bruce Lee
Nothing to lose nothing to prove, I do what truly suits me