Down to the river's edge, in my hand, a stone
When I'm for sure alone, the stone, it will be thrown
Flick of the wrist; release, watch it glide, hop, and dance
Just like my dreams and aspirations, if only given a chance
Skip in this story to shoot my shot
Causing ripples in this tranquil spot
Like these pebbles, that I've got,
sure we may sink sometimes, but not ever rot
Jet streams, skimming scenes,
skipping stones, they drop, with the sound of a plop
then again, flowing across the rapids, they're right on top
and they're never gonna stop
Even in a storm, they perform, and they do it, do it well
when well executed, pray tell, so I say execute it well,
and execute it well by the water well, every single time,
yes, they will shine, and they'll even do it in record time,
before the next line in this rhyme, and that's just fine
So you shouldn't be petty, even when the weather's heavy,
just remain ready to show, how you flow, on top of the H2O
and they'll see how you glow, how you make a splash,
and you dash fast, in a flash flood, how you put in your
tears, sweat, and even blood, how you get up out the mud
You've got the river flow movement down pat, 'cause on the mic,
you are our resident hydrologist, a pristine, aquatic anthropologist
Your words break the river bank, at your rank, you don't water tank
And you've earned the sand dollars to prove it, so you bought a boat
and a goat, and even a bottle of bubbly,
perfect for sticking in a note, if you're ever adrift at sea
So off you sail, have an adventure for me, you don't need to say goodbye now
I'm sure you'll be back, get outta here (blaow!)
Oh where'd you go? Will you ever be back home?
It's been months now, and I tried calling all your phones
It could just be that you want to be left alone
Guess that's what we get for sinking skipping stones
