Bartle Doo
Yeah
Wassup Ladies and Gentlemen
Put your hands in the air
We drunk, we high
We drunk, we high
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Down by the beach, down by the bay, huh
Chilling in a dune, blunts to the face, huh
Better be bowing down when we coming to town
We goin down down baby we ain't fuckin around
And fuck a soundcloud, southbound gold in my mouth
I got the crown now, loud mouth, smoking a pound
I'm in the house with the house beats, bitches all around me
We can go to Minnesota they know all about me
We can go to South Dakota, Indiana, upstate
Riding thru the city in a '67 Mustang
Dude be on the bus, dang
That shit sucks, aye
Never had luck aye
Never had much
Trippy out in Jersey always getting fucked up
Lots of Ravioli, Marinara that's lunch
One thing is there something
Blow shit up like it's a dream
Blow shit up, blow shit up
I don't give a fuck, Imma blow shit up
Got a lotta blunts, smoke them up
Feel it in my lungs one hit I'm done
Blow shit up, blow shit up
Hand it to the paper I get right thru every month
Can't afford to lose it never snoozing on the funds
But I'm always boozing, I be drunker than a skunk
I feel high
Everyone knows that I'm a cool guy
I'm off the acid and shrooms combined
Who rolling up? I got the pine
Fill up my cup, now I'm feeling fine
Feeling robotic like Optimus Prime
Strictly platonic bitch I'm on my grind
Flipping that chronic, it's sonic time
Always got the pressure, if you want it cop a dime
And I got some extra if you're interested in buying
Mix the shroom with the tea, maybe even for your mind
Do some DMT with me and the guys
I could see thru your eyes
Straight to the other side
Now I'm just trynna go and get the paper
I don't really give a fuck about a hater
You can catch me on the boardwalk doing the moonwalk
With sticky by my motherfucking side cuz
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right nows
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
It's not working, it's not worth it, that's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
Life ain't perfect, death keep flirting with me
Everyday I know, every, everyday I know, every, everyday I know
It's not working, it's not worth it, that's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
Life ain't perfect, death keep flirting with me
Everyday I know, every, everyday I know, every, everyday I know know
Wassup Ladies and Gentlemen
Put your hands in the air
We drunk, we high
We drunk, we high
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Down by the beach, down by the bay, huh
Chilling in a dune, blunts to the face, huh
Better be bowing down when we coming to town
We goin down down baby we ain't fuckin around
And fuck a soundcloud, southbound gold in my mouth
I got the crown now, loud mouth, smoking a pound
I'm in the house with the house beats, bitches all around me
We can go to Minnesota they know all about me
We can go to South Dakota, Indiana, upstate
Riding thru the city in a '67 Mustang
Dude be on the bus, dang
That shit sucks, aye
Never had luck aye
Never had much
Trippy out in Jersey always getting fucked up
Lots of Ravioli, Marinara that's lunch
One thing is there something
Blow shit up like it's a dream
Blow shit up, blow shit up
I don't give a fuck, Imma blow shit up
Got a lotta blunts, smoke them up
Feel it in my lungs one hit I'm done
Blow shit up, blow shit up
Hand it to the paper I get right thru every month
Can't afford to lose it never snoozing on the funds
But I'm always boozing, I be drunker than a skunk
I feel high
Everyone knows that I'm a cool guy
I'm off the acid and shrooms combined
Who rolling up? I got the pine
Fill up my cup, now I'm feeling fine
Feeling robotic like Optimus Prime
Strictly platonic bitch I'm on my grind
Flipping that chronic, it's sonic time
Always got the pressure, if you want it cop a dime
And I got some extra if you're interested in buying
Mix the shroom with the tea, maybe even for your mind
Do some DMT with me and the guys
I could see thru your eyes
Straight to the other side
Now I'm just trynna go and get the paper
I don't really give a fuck about a hater
You can catch me on the boardwalk doing the moonwalk
With sticky by my motherfucking side cuz
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right nows
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
Seaside chilling at the beach right now
Fuck a peace sign, feeling like a beast right now
Eastside this is where I be right now
With the freaks side, Trippy on the beat right now
It's not working, it's not worth it, that's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
Life ain't perfect, death keep flirting with me
Everyday I know, every, everyday I know, every, everyday I know
It's not working, it's not worth it, that's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
That's the way it's gotta go
Life ain't perfect, death keep flirting with me
Everyday I know, every, everyday I know, every, everyday I know know
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Writer(s): Kyle Destefano
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