BEACH (feat. Badger)
Yeah, Your vacation my reality
And they talking smack, bruh
You talking back, huh
Bruh's the definition of poverty
I be making stacks, yeah, Colino on the track, bruh
Uh, I ain't doing nothing yet
Smoking on Malawi Gold pure sativa pack
Uh, You know I be making stacks
Got your girl over here
I be realigning her back
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'm a be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Saying life is a Beach, they be asking why
Palm trees, ocean, and a blue sky
It don't matter where, unless you be picking mine
See you in the clouds if I'm on the Dark-side
I be chilling on the beach
Got her rubbing me with some sunscreen
Blown by a cool Summer breeze
Flow so smooth, Could replace the sea
And got so much green, turn it into the trees
Uh, I be sipping coconuts
Beach House filled by some chicks with the bubble butts
Uh, Might as well pass the blunt
If you ain't gonna, get ready for a ninety yard punt
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'm a be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Fly the jet to the beach
Y'all all talk, that's speech
And I find all these baddies stay following me
Like the way that I stride
Surf your ocean inside
And I still find motherfuckers on me deep
They all wanna find a piece
They all wanna rock with me
Without rocking with me
Just cop you a plea
Y'all copy the G
I'm talkin bout me
Get off my meat
Y'all don't know what it's like being in my shoes
The only way to get it out is in the booth
I ain't got that person that I feel I can let loose to
So I find a beat and sing the shit that I do
Hit up Jess and Jerzy ask when to slide through
Pretty girl with a skinny waist asks how do I do
Ask her for her number then make her my new boo
She gon do it all for a Birkin or some new shoes
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'ma be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
And they talking smack, bruh
You talking back, huh
Bruh's the definition of poverty
I be making stacks, yeah, Colino on the track, bruh
Uh, I ain't doing nothing yet
Smoking on Malawi Gold pure sativa pack
Uh, You know I be making stacks
Got your girl over here
I be realigning her back
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'm a be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Saying life is a Beach, they be asking why
Palm trees, ocean, and a blue sky
It don't matter where, unless you be picking mine
See you in the clouds if I'm on the Dark-side
I be chilling on the beach
Got her rubbing me with some sunscreen
Blown by a cool Summer breeze
Flow so smooth, Could replace the sea
And got so much green, turn it into the trees
Uh, I be sipping coconuts
Beach House filled by some chicks with the bubble butts
Uh, Might as well pass the blunt
If you ain't gonna, get ready for a ninety yard punt
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'm a be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Fly the jet to the beach
Y'all all talk, that's speech
And I find all these baddies stay following me
Like the way that I stride
Surf your ocean inside
And I still find motherfuckers on me deep
They all wanna find a piece
They all wanna rock with me
Without rocking with me
Just cop you a plea
Y'all copy the G
I'm talkin bout me
Get off my meat
Y'all don't know what it's like being in my shoes
The only way to get it out is in the booth
I ain't got that person that I feel I can let loose to
So I find a beat and sing the shit that I do
Hit up Jess and Jerzy ask when to slide through
Pretty girl with a skinny waist asks how do I do
Ask her for her number then make her my new boo
She gon do it all for a Birkin or some new shoes
Stepping on the sand
Twenty grand in the trunk
Your girl saying she a fan
I don't see you stepping up
No shade from the bruddanem
I'ma be that man
You ain't nothing but a punk
You ain't nothing but a
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Taking in all the heat
Vibing to the beat
Kick the Js off my feet
Smoking on the Swisher Sweets
Find me chilling on a Beach
Find me chilling on a Beach
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
A breeze that's nice
Paradise
Yeah alright
Go all night
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Badger
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