Lyrics:
Raspberry lips
Beach bum on top
Almond eyes
And a smile to kill for
Oooh oooh ooh
The erotic centaur
Raspberry lips
Beach bum on top
Almond eyes
And a smile
I’ll Catch a body at yo momma place
I’m in the streets like...
Rock in the concrete
Bums on south beach
Pot wholes in Opa-locka alleys
Show me any op
to the beach on a cold night; we can lay here and watch the sky light taking in the world as it goes by (Oh! It's Trouble). Boy, I like the clothes you wear, But
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
the one
That been chilling with ya boy kept it real since we begun
She be chilling like a villain on the beach under the sun
She'd be chilling if I was
the one
That been chilling with ya boy kept it real since we begun
She be chilling like a villain on the beach under the sun
She'd be chilling if I was
weather but my bikini is inappropriate
At the beach where everyone else is in bikinis
I'm sorry my big bum made you mad
I'm sick of being told my body's too
their lungs
I dont care about funds
Know that shit gone come
Imma fuckin beach bum
Off a fifth of the rum
When its right around the corner
Where the fuck
How it happens
I don't care
If it's rainin'
Or what I wear
I know today is taking me
Where I'm meant to be
Doesn't matter where I go
With my boy
right now,
Yes
See
And i see this people is very very very cold man
The girls them, walla
The girls them, wynah
Rude boys them chilla
Rude boys them
the back got a good view
Calamari by the beach this a lifestyle baby
505 Benz drop the top we be sunbathing
She lick the lollipop it got me elevated
She got
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,
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
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
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,
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
I'm a poor hawaiian beach boy
A long way from the beach
'cause someone shoved his face against my hand
I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset
Vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
Vital beach, vital beach
I'm the boy
of course you gotta cop
Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene
Mad events was not foreseen
Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach
Next thing
A clear sky
I feel free
Feel my hands through the sea
I'm alive feel the breeze
Times likes these
I find my peace
High vibes
By the beach
Dive in
Maybe I could take you on a date by the beach
We could stare at some palm trees
And maybe later when you fall in love with everything
You could call
pussy fuck you up
With aluminum bat
Bum boy who you steal from
I know you got no cash
Gonna get your ass handed to you boy
And that's a fact
Heard you got
don't care if her hair's like the ocean
If she smiles like the sun on the sea
Don't be fooled by her sandy complexion
Yeah boy you gotta let that beach be
is upscale
Cars by the fleet they upscale
That boy ritzy
His girl bougie
Nonchalant so choosy
That boy ritzy
His girl bougie
Nonchalant so choosy
My
up and go, Jacques Cousteau
Back to Acworth Beach
By afternoon, the kids are running free
Blast the Beach Boys, babe, and dance with me
The hula hoop
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