Lyrics:
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
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
the meter
Monster boy sergeant, I feel supreme
Tities be coming to get me, Maria
Coming up straight from the road, though
Moving too fast, nigga, pour it slow
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
I rather eat crumbs with bums Cause I know that I Ate
You stay over there and eat Them rotten steaks with snakes
Eat crumbs with bums cause I Know
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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