In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Wrist, drip, wrist, drip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr, tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'
My wrist 'bout thirty below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers, dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes
'Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no, they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
No, he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Oh, just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
My wrist thirty below, it cost about forty
It's fifty on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested, homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's, tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr, tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'
My wrist 'bout thirty below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers, dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes
'Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no, they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
No, he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Oh, just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip
My wrist thirty below, it cost about forty
It's fifty on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested, homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's, tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Wrist Lyrics as written by Caleb Nordelus Bobby Turner Jr.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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