Lyrics:
Dropped the top gotta show 'em that I been blessed
Alkaline wrist wet
I only place big bets
Them boys try to show-boat
They turn to a shipwreck
She
Uh, yeah
Brrah
Uh, yeah
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons
And by the way boy this is no machine you're talking to
Can't ya tell this is Austin and I still love you.
a date or name
My partner lies there silent
In the land from which I came
Long ago we rode together
We'd ridden side by side
I loved him like a brother
long cause that shit right there
Equals failure
That's why
That's why
You're the reason that
You got me
Yeah you got me
I'm still inspired by all
too drunk to walk
Scotch all day long 'cuz the bar fully stocked
Got nowhere to be and no time on the clock
Just a spot on the beach with some drinks
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
believe it, my boy got a show now
Bow wow, let's hit the corner in my four now
Long Beach style, make your woman wanna smile
And all guests on the show
selfish
Ain't never considered myself to a beach boy
I'm too country to be an Eagle
I'm too American to be a Beatle
And don't call me Prince 'cause I don't
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
trinke kein Beck's, boy
Bin nicht auf 'nem Trampolin, dock Dikka ich bounce back, boy
Klatsch' ein Sticker an die Wand
BHZ ist überall
Ab in den
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
it, ay
Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like
didn´t stop for the boys with long hair
They didn´t take us what the friends didn´t care
Guitars and blues only for fun
Girls and booze and the beach
We
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
coffee coz its 6 a.m
Heading to venice to go surf with my friends
Like Chris, Chris is the shit
By the way Chris looks like this
This is my boy Grimace
hear the old guitars a playing on the beach at Honaunau
I can hear the old Hawaiians saying komo mai no kaua I ka hale welakahao.
It won't be long
As I keep away from them
And as long as I'm alive, yeah
I'll be erasing them
No words, just drive by like we racing 'em
Plotting on my death
While I
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