Lyrics:
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo in ma blood, uh
Back in twenty seventeen, uh
Puna cruising what it was, uh
Say you a island boy
But
to feel alive
Oh we have to survive
'Cause you changed me
And now I believe
And I need to feel alive
Oh we have to survive
Stereo, stereo, stereo soldier
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the mix
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Come back and stay
Don’t be afraid
To take a chance
You still have time
For another romance
I will wait for you
seen you was sour
Turning me up like the stereo louder
My chain it hit different colors like a flower
If a nigga think he fucking with me
Check him out
, Brook boy, you ain't bagged nothin', fuck outta there
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer
Real talk boss, what you like for sauce
Put in your order, and I will deliver
Chicken Shop Boys coming through your radio
Stereo, don't rate me but you
Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted please
In them days boy you had to be pimpin
Just
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and I soon saw me
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
sittin' by the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Oh oh)
Reclinin' forty-five degrees (Oh oh, yeah)
A gang of pretty women and
They all in
soda
This is it, this is it
Yeah I’m back on the shit again
Danny Boy, Danny Boy
You ever gonna spit again?
C’mon homie you know me, yeah
I birthed your
single
buying public have got in your greasy sweaty horrible... oooh! How is your stereo still spinning around and
that little needle bouncing up and down
a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet
nigga level
Watch me come through nigga I'm a just....Man hold up
(Big Moe)
I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw
You know we popped up in
to forget
You want to challenge me? Let's see that PvP
In fact let's make sure that your momma can see (woah)
I'm gonna run this beat, like you run those feet
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