Beach Day
Picture this
Chillin comfortable
Sittin by the beach
Got the Sun up in my eyes got the sand below my feet
In Bermuda I'm coolin just to escape all the drama
Nothing getting between me and this Pina colada
And the beats getting hotter that shit was already hot
Blowin that lyrical breeze I'm out here coolin it off
Roll a pound of that leaf, that shit we already bought
Save a half just for me and flip the rest for a profit
If you want the tropics then you gotta fill your wallet
Stuntin on these niggas or whatever you may call it
Got expensive taste in all my women and my problems
All my girls are dark and stormy I'm an alcoholic
Searching for that treasure chest I couldn't leave the bag alone
Gotta get the booty just to stay up out the catacombs
Never been a sailor I'm just flowing with the tides
Put a spotlight on it watch me Calvin Harris with the slide bitch
Blue ocean reminiscing over you
Pretend that I don't care but you aware it isn't true
Higher than tsunami but I take it unafraid
Cause I parasail above it everybody ride my wave and
Sting rays gonna pray for my falter
Right below the surface get the fuck up out the water
Sunset like I'm killin time
Coconut a side of lime
Climbin in the hammock and my vantage got me feelin fine
Soaking in some rays
Dreaming like I live it every day
Caught in the cross fire
Boi the only time I'm crossed is with my fades
Got some sand in my sneaks
Adidas check the fucking feet
They say there's a riptide
Boi evacuate the beach
Cuz I'm moving out my work
Nicer than a Gucci shirt
Put your towel down
Lotion on before you get burnt
Chillin in a tank top
And I got my flip flops
Styling in my trunks
Girls know I got the quap
I live on high tides
The sun is in my eyes
Homie I'm not from Alabama
But I'm yelling Roll Tide
Sun got me hotter
I'm starting to perspire
They call me sweat ez
Bitch you need a reminder
Finding glass shards
Protecting your girl may be hard
When I give her mouth to mouth
Boi I'm like a lifeguard
Twigz and I be feelin wavy
Out on the ocean just like the navy
Got so many thots
That I feel like Young Gravy
Pour me up a drink bitch
I like that shit cold
You know that I'm a legend
Cuz my stories been foretold
Spitting about the beach
Jumping off a couple rocks
Hop into the water
Now the waves got some chop
Feelin all these vibes
Humidity on the rise
A storms comin in
That's word to the wise
And now I'm on my ship
Hope it take me on trip
But I'm never comin back
I'm gonna catch you on the flip
Chillin comfortable
Sittin by the beach
Got the Sun up in my eyes got the sand below my feet
In Bermuda I'm coolin just to escape all the drama
Nothing getting between me and this Pina colada
And the beats getting hotter that shit was already hot
Blowin that lyrical breeze I'm out here coolin it off
Roll a pound of that leaf, that shit we already bought
Save a half just for me and flip the rest for a profit
If you want the tropics then you gotta fill your wallet
Stuntin on these niggas or whatever you may call it
Got expensive taste in all my women and my problems
All my girls are dark and stormy I'm an alcoholic
Searching for that treasure chest I couldn't leave the bag alone
Gotta get the booty just to stay up out the catacombs
Never been a sailor I'm just flowing with the tides
Put a spotlight on it watch me Calvin Harris with the slide bitch
Blue ocean reminiscing over you
Pretend that I don't care but you aware it isn't true
Higher than tsunami but I take it unafraid
Cause I parasail above it everybody ride my wave and
Sting rays gonna pray for my falter
Right below the surface get the fuck up out the water
Sunset like I'm killin time
Coconut a side of lime
Climbin in the hammock and my vantage got me feelin fine
Soaking in some rays
Dreaming like I live it every day
Caught in the cross fire
Boi the only time I'm crossed is with my fades
Got some sand in my sneaks
Adidas check the fucking feet
They say there's a riptide
Boi evacuate the beach
Cuz I'm moving out my work
Nicer than a Gucci shirt
Put your towel down
Lotion on before you get burnt
Chillin in a tank top
And I got my flip flops
Styling in my trunks
Girls know I got the quap
I live on high tides
The sun is in my eyes
Homie I'm not from Alabama
But I'm yelling Roll Tide
Sun got me hotter
I'm starting to perspire
They call me sweat ez
Bitch you need a reminder
Finding glass shards
Protecting your girl may be hard
When I give her mouth to mouth
Boi I'm like a lifeguard
Twigz and I be feelin wavy
Out on the ocean just like the navy
Got so many thots
That I feel like Young Gravy
Pour me up a drink bitch
I like that shit cold
You know that I'm a legend
Cuz my stories been foretold
Spitting about the beach
Jumping off a couple rocks
Hop into the water
Now the waves got some chop
Feelin all these vibes
Humidity on the rise
A storms comin in
That's word to the wise
And now I'm on my ship
Hope it take me on trip
But I'm never comin back
I'm gonna catch you on the flip
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Writer(s): Christopher Hamilton
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