BeachSide (Interlude)

I'm in the wrong place take me to the East side of Florida
Feel like the beachside is all I trust wit my ora
Just need my backpack maps im the explorer
Seagulls keep coming from every side of the water
I would walk across the ocean for my 3 daughters
I graduated myself nothing like Harvard
But I done still got my degree out in the sea at the Harbor
Now this the school of hard sharks
Everbody nose it's how they tell they ass apart
I'm finished wit the bullshit been said it from the start
Bringing it back to basics training for army crawl
Running a marathon around this whole sandlot
Beachside running like a youngin to the sandbox
Birds chirping money growing I know its worth it
And we barley take pictures but this is picture perfect
3 strikes I know this pitch is perfect
Married to it that means im barley working
I don't get it so I need beach vibes
Come and study me on the beachside
The flavors gone you can come wit me catch a beach vibe
Tasting all the wind on the beachside
Rushing thru your skin on the east side of Florida
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Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Rode
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