Beachside

Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside
Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside

Cooler fulla refreshments
Feelin' exceptional blessed to be alive
Stayin' reclined and high on the
WESTSIDE!
Lookin' my best stylin'
Smokin' blunts, gettin' drunk on a deserted island
Smiles for days, pineapple haze twisted
Sippin Sunkist and Vodka mixed
Sun kissed big booty bitch
Ain't gettin' pissed off, I'm gettin' licked on
This shit bomb
Watermelon lip-balm she suck until I'm stiff
AWW SHIT!
Bong rips until my eyes like sunsets
Then I rest and reset, wake up and get my feet wet
Little umbrellas in my drinks, waves crashin'
I stay smashin', is this a dream?
I'm a fiend for the beachside, feet up
Know everything gon' be fine
Because man I just been chillin' here for bout 48 hours
Man I can't even remember where the fuck I am right now

Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside
Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside

Yeah, now who the fuck could be callin' me?
John obviously it's ya boy Matise
Tryna leave the streets, you should get your shit packed
It's time to kick back enjoy the beach
Yo ya' boy a beast when it come to explorin' the coral reefs
Blunt in my hand, toes in the sand
Somewhere down south in the Florida keys
Well yo the Air BnB paid up for the weekend
I hit the pool Im'a wade in the deep end
Invite a couple a freaks, who only here for the week
So when it's all said, we ain't gotta be friends
I need them to come Freak-a-Leek on my Tiki Torch
Or get low on my limbo pole
I mean either or
I just need some foreign features with a body like Rita Ora
Got weed and more the tequila pourin'
ExZac passed out i can see him snorin'
Got a fat bonfire and a private cove
Well don't drive him home, let him sleep til mornin'
The waves is crashin', my tan is gorgeous
Ayo how the fuck did we get here?
Chiefin' blunts while we sip beer
Everybody need a getaway
Where they can meditate
And not think about shit
Just a little bit of ocean up by the coast
Relaxin' while soakin' it up
The scene and the water, with Pina Coladas they poured in a coconut
Ayy, oh shit they really be puttin' 'em in real coconuts out here
I thought that was only in the movies, God damn

Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside
Chillin' by the beachside somewhere on the coast
Roll a blunt I'd rather be high, livin' on the low
No phone, no reply, already with my folks
You might think we retired
Chillin' by the beachside