Sand on the Beach
I'm a good friend, I'm a bad friend
I will do anything to make you laugh
You're still sleeping with your ex-boyfriend
I don't care, I just wanna make you laugh
It's a classic, full Jurassic
I get paid to sing and you get paid to act
But I don't take those kinds of drugs anymore, no
And I will buy you all the sand on the beach
The sand on the beach, well
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe that's the alcohol
Or maybe it's the White Claw
I was hooking up with your best friend
But I was thinking about you the entire time
I was packin' beak with your brother
2020 was such a waste of time
Got hooked on Molly and then I probably
Went way too hard and way too fast
Straight whiskey in a coffee
And a tamale
Well, I'm sorry, I got nothing fuckin' left
I will buy you all the sand on the beach
The sand on the beach
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe it's the alcohol
Or maybe it's the White Claw
Sand on the beach, the sand on the beach, well
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe it's the White Claw
Or maybe it's the alcohol
I will do anything to make you laugh
You're still sleeping with your ex-boyfriend
I don't care, I just wanna make you laugh
It's a classic, full Jurassic
I get paid to sing and you get paid to act
But I don't take those kinds of drugs anymore, no
And I will buy you all the sand on the beach
The sand on the beach, well
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe that's the alcohol
Or maybe it's the White Claw
I was hooking up with your best friend
But I was thinking about you the entire time
I was packin' beak with your brother
2020 was such a waste of time
Got hooked on Molly and then I probably
Went way too hard and way too fast
Straight whiskey in a coffee
And a tamale
Well, I'm sorry, I got nothing fuckin' left
I will buy you all the sand on the beach
The sand on the beach
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe it's the alcohol
Or maybe it's the White Claw
Sand on the beach, the sand on the beach, well
I'm here if you wanna talk
'Cause your man's out of reach
And you only have a week, well
I think that we should get tropical
Or maybe it's the White Claw
Or maybe it's the alcohol
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Writer(s): Max Kuehn, Brandon Schwartzel, Zachary Carper
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