Lyrics:
almost feel the sand
Sun on my back Captain and Coke in my hand
Where it's whitecaps and nightcaps livin' my life by the sea
I bet life by the ocean is all
of a chill in the air
But I'd rather have the ocean breeze in my hair
I'd miss the frost on my nose
But I'd rather have sand between my toes
Let's have
island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
As morning breaks
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
But it is certain things that they teach me
That I just cannot let slip by the way
So I just want you to know
Anywhere I go, in this life
I take jah jah
We hit that liquor store
By the county line
Whipped out a fake ID
I got from a friend of mine
We made our getaway
Due south to the Gulf Shore sand
at the mall but you playin
Yeah I still sit in the sand
You cannot copy the brand
I dont wanna be alone today
You the only one I Desire
As long as it's you By
Niggas talkin bout a bag, two in the morning I'm grabbing it
Yo bitch showing me her ass
By four in the morning I'm stabbing it
Stuck to these blues like
Who's far away?
Its you
Who's that should be close?
Its you
I miss you
We're both in a climate tropical
You can be stronger than my rival
My love is
Or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand
Then me and old Carl we caught him right down by the store
We choked him just a little bit and held him
by this immigrant
This is what I'm for
From the sand motherfucka southern pharaoh alla
I'm genghis Khan keezhadakatha raajyam ella
Rap bhagavaan
were sitting by the river drinking cheep old wine
And i mias it
Stuck in the nineties, and baby I'm stuck on you
Stuck in the nineties, baby I'm stuck
hit-or-miss
Not perfect like Fleur-de-lis
Been stuck in reminiscence
Not biased or parti pris
No, I can't help it
This isn't part of any skit
Fed up with life
off, stacking up the bodies in Apex
Count it up, count it up now
Break it down, break it down now
Break it down by the pound
Who has done more work for
my window, shit hoe
Stuck in these four walls so long, feel like I'm going schizo
Tryna find a movie to distract me from my mental
In a pitfall, got me
I been gone
I been lost
I been stuck
I done fought
I done walked down a path
Had my feet in the grass
Left some blood in the sand
You will die by my
long ago
And now I'm stuck here all alone
I miss your smell and I miss your taste cause its been too long since I've seen your face
Because I should
dreamland
Good time Mary and a fortune hunter
All dressed up to follow the drums
Mary in a feather hula-hoop
Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game
dreamland
Good time Mary and a fortune hunter
All dressed up to follow the drums
Mary in a feather hula-hoop
Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game
here
We turn right miss the signs
Til our minds clear
We're alright city lights
Stuck in fifth gear
Can you feel the night
Take you by surprise
We waste
long way
No demons
Surrounded by angels
Cuz I you must watch what ya say
Ain't da same Nate from way back in the day
Know it's Game Over You Play
Give
When the devil tripped the deck up and dealt me a bad hand
I was drunk and too high to see the footprints in the sand
Movin' stupid in these streets,
imma have to miss
I've got a girl named Nikki too, and she bad, she bad
Stay in south beach by the pool what type of shit is that
She's got two friends,
Spendin' my days catchin' these rays,
Watchin' coconut covered girls
And they keep strollin' by,
And they keep rollin' in,
Like the waves on the sand
Yeah,
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