Meg Washington - Eastcoaster

Lyrics

All I can taste is your neck
As the cigarette
curls in cursive little texts
I alternate sleeping in three over four As the hours are making a mess
Oh, I was afraid
I was falling in love
With the sound of my sadness and vibe
But I found Ricky’s number and I’m taking it easy And dancing and getting it right
Oh me, oh my east coast
And all of this green smoke can carry me on
Oh me, oh my east coast
And all of this green smoke can carry me on
carry me on, carry on
Funny how futures connects and it’s never an effort when it’s supposed to be
I ran to the water
I ran to the water
The water was running to me
Oh, I was afraid
I was falling in love
With the sound of my sadness and vibe
But I found Ricky’s number and I’m taking it easy and dancing and getting it right
Oh me, oh my east coast
And all of this green smoke can carry me on
Oh me, oh my east coast
And all of this green smoke can carry me on
carry me on, carry on
carry me on, carry on