Lyrics:
That's right oh
Well down by the beach you know, every day
That's when the conga drums start to play
Their boom boom and thrum thrum
At first
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum
the waist
Somewhere by the waves
We can hide away
And sip some wine
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
I gotta' hun'
Huh huh huh
I gotta' hun'
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
Yeah
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
Sending shots,
better off on a beach
Yeah I'm better off on a beach
Think I could be a beach bum
Sippin on some good rum
Play for tips on the strip by the pier
Maybe
on her face Ima wipe it on the next bitch
Sour cream and onion I swear they the best chips
Ima leave no crumbs
Ima lick yo thumb
Ima smack yo bum
Out in
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
mansion en ‘n blink BMW
En die leë beloftes wat hy gaan gee
Swipe regs vir die dood gewone Polo ou
Ek's by die Beach Bum Bar babe kom gou, gou, gou
Swipe
She was stunned by a young nigga
Woo woo
Now she warm like the sun hit her
Too cool
I just came with the drums hit in
Bum biddy bum
Better run from
He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun,
live the life you've never seen
Beach bum Myrtle
Bad bitch got me bagging now
Calabasas baddie wow
She call me her daddy how
Brown eyed girl named Maddie
as a fireman boy
On the Pennsylvania line
And I ended up just a derelict
Drinkin' Boone's Farm apple wine
Oh, where can a bum find bed and board?
When you gonna
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
It's Kizmet
Bur Bum
Burecords Bumovment
Y'all gotta fuck with me on this one
I can't see em no coming down my eye
But I try so hard to make the song
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
havin a specific get-together by the beach
Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from
like you, a sugar like you, a boy like you
She wants a boy like (me)
You got me going wild (going wild)
You got me hypnotized by your smile
Ooh I
the tokers
Beach bum kids and old head jokers
The ones that won't be ever sober
This my message don't forget it
All good vibes and stay creative
Don't hate
Money on me none
Im a beach bum
Sipping on rum
Hair in a bun
Cinnabon
Sit in for fun
Smoking a ton
Cant run away to chase what makes my heart race
Because
you short and sweet with the love for poems?
Are you by the beach doing yoga poses?
Man of my dreams
Are you out in Brooklyn grabbin' a pizza?
(They wanna see alot of me)
So I hate when I talk to my boy from penn and he aks
Like "cuz you've forgotten me"
I aint got time to shit,let alone
the steps
Your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Is your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Yeah
Ocean
Beach
Bully
Your boy
momento of due monstercock punto com
Thrasher remember Carter street
Legend sentence
Like Tornatore and Camorrista
Beach beach boys vita da surfista
Slave
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