O.S.H.N
Where are you going
Can you tell me something
Somewhere
I can tell you now
You will be
Something
You're going
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
BuLife!
Somewhere
I made my mind up
Backwoods cover surface tops
My steelos a bit different
I been written off
Paddle boats I flow current
I'm serving a feast on these CDs
You niggas swear you a beast
I seen the shore came back
Crossed denial
Real rap, bend these raps
Elastic the way I snap
Facts, an addict keep on coming back
Syringe blend young rasta
Eating pasta on the sand
Tan man with no grip
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
In the rocks they're making
Gone but never shaking
On the edge
In another life
In another land
We're going somewhere
Gone and gone again
The bread winner with the gift
The best shit since a slice for 30
I'm fully present in these raps
Slow it down so I know you heard me
Wordy raps, worldly sounds
We toured the map from the underground
They sold they sack and ponder how they can't get it up
I lit it up, this coast is us
I run the bay like a jogger
Copper foams playing soccer
Fuck rap, I'm on the path to win an Oscar
Young rasta eating pasta on the sand
Tan man with no grip
Living on the edge
A misfit we all mixed kid, it's in your head
You gotta fix the shit you dread
Find the root, know the process as proof
Yo, they gossip to skew the truth
Be true to you
What's an object without the space between
Appreciate the life in trees
The right to breathe
Believe in yourself
Remain focused
Fuck a WAV
I wrote the ocean
Can you tell me something
Somewhere
I can tell you now
You will be
Something
You're going
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
BuLife!
Somewhere
I made my mind up
Backwoods cover surface tops
My steelos a bit different
I been written off
Paddle boats I flow current
I'm serving a feast on these CDs
You niggas swear you a beast
I seen the shore came back
Crossed denial
Real rap, bend these raps
Elastic the way I snap
Facts, an addict keep on coming back
Syringe blend young rasta
Eating pasta on the sand
Tan man with no grip
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
In the rocks they're making
Gone but never shaking
On the edge
In another life
In another land
We're going somewhere
Gone and gone again
The bread winner with the gift
The best shit since a slice for 30
I'm fully present in these raps
Slow it down so I know you heard me
Wordy raps, worldly sounds
We toured the map from the underground
They sold they sack and ponder how they can't get it up
I lit it up, this coast is us
I run the bay like a jogger
Copper foams playing soccer
Fuck rap, I'm on the path to win an Oscar
Young rasta eating pasta on the sand
Tan man with no grip
Living on the edge
A misfit we all mixed kid, it's in your head
You gotta fix the shit you dread
Find the root, know the process as proof
Yo, they gossip to skew the truth
Be true to you
What's an object without the space between
Appreciate the life in trees
The right to breathe
Believe in yourself
Remain focused
Fuck a WAV
I wrote the ocean
Credits
Writer(s): Silas Luster
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