SEA LEVEL

Name: SEA LEVEL
Duration: 290 s
Description: SEA LEVEL by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “The thinner the air, the surer I sounded, the less I knew, the louder. Felt like a peak. It was a pile.”

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SEA LEVEL lyrics

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Intro

Flattest state they got, and we made a mountain out of trash. Climbed it, acted like the view made me smart.

Verse 1

Out in Plantation, only high ground we got is a dump, Monarch Hill off the Sawgrass, them gulls circle the lump. Two videos at three a.m. and I woke up an expert, correcting the nurse at North Broward like my white coat was perfect. Quoted page ten of a book for a decade, never finished it, let the cover hold the weight. Loudest at the cookout, jaw running, plate gone cold, "did my own research" meant I agreed with me, talking bold.

Pre-chorus

The thinner the air, the surer I sounded, the less I knew, the louder. Felt like a peak. It was a pile.

Chorus

I climbed a mountain that the city threw away, loud at the top where the air get thin and grey, back down at sea level now, learning how to say: I don't know. I don't know. Tallest thing in a flat town is a mountain made of trash. Sea level. I don't know.

Verse 2

Cost showed up late, the way interest do, bet the rent on a coin 'cause a thread told me to. Lost it, blamed the chart, never blamed the dude in the comments coaching me with zero proof. Cousin asked "you sure," I said "trust me," he agreed, now he don't; that "trust me" cost more than greed. Reputation's a tab I ran up for years, they stopped asking me questions, that's a quiet you fear.

Pre-chorus

The thinner the air, the surer I sounded, the less I knew, the louder. Felt like a peak. It was a pile.

Chorus

back down at sea level now, learning how to say: I don't know. I don't know. The view ain't genius, just garbage with a gap. Sea level.

Verse 3

Caught myself in a window on Sunrise, mid-sentence, mid-flex, the dude in the glass: loudest in the room, knew the least in the room. Dunning and Kruger ain't names I knew, but I lived the whole curve, peak the day you learn the word, then the floor you didn't deserve. Mount Stupid had a beautiful view. I had a flag and a folding chair. Realest thing I felt was the silence when I finally wasn't there.

Verse 4

The reflex still kicks, gotta catch it on the climb, the itch to be certain, quick, right on time. The dopamine of "obviously" when I don't know it, so I stall, I ask, "what would prove me wrong," and I show it. Find the strongest case against me, let her win, take the L. Simple if it's true, say it to a kid on the block, need big words to defend it, check the stock.

Bridge

Tallest thing in a flat town is a mountain made of trash. Smartest thing I ever said, I almost couldn't say: three words, no flex, "I, don't, know," and the room leaned in for once. Everybody's on that hill. Mine just had my name on it.

Verse 5

Lil cousin in Lauderhill think he know it 'cause he read the thread, I don't correct him no more, I ask him what he missed instead. Stay a student, the slope don't end, that's the point of the climb, trade the flag on Mount Stupid for a notebook and some time. Four-dollar cafecito, Publix beep, the same flat town, but I move quiet now: I came all the way back down. Down to earth, sea level, where the smart ones always stood, and the only thing I'm sure of is how much I never could.

Pre-chorus

The thinner the air, the surer I sounded, the less I knew, the louder. Felt like a peak. It was a pile.

Chorus

Outro

Two hundred feet of trash, I called it a mountain. Sea level. That's the view.

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