Lyrics:
In the desert, where the sand is oh so fine (so fine)
There's a kitty with a special design (design)
It's the little sand cat, so quick and so sly
Hit 'em again
Know I got a cow song
Then I got a plant song
'Fore I swing my swan song
I'ma swing a hacksaw wherever the hacks are
Boy Sand
Mafia}
In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands
Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands
We throwing darts, what? And got some big plans
Living life
Quick as I can, quick as a cat
Quicker than sand, quicker than that
I wanna be young, wanna be beautiful
Making a small beautiful sound
Albert Einstein
of the plan
Bottles and models wit sand
Hell cats and Bentleys the plan
Dapper like Dan
Rocking VLone fuck a friend
Cuz I do it all by my lonely
Hungry
I'm immaculate
The block call me Candyman
I'm that south side handyman
Got winter in the bag,Persian baby off Candy Sand
Big Cat hold that beam in his
her story
Just locations and feet on the ground
Designer when she land
Leave the airport wit bonnet in hand
Ready for some sand vintage cat
Put them
your business in the street
(?) My whole cart, it just won't be beat
Try my Dragon's Blood, my drawn powder and my sleepin' sand
Never little black
cellphone
Bleed out like a pig in the sand all alone
Mangy cats and minarets as the night sun melts into the dunes
I wanna die comfortable, he won't make it,
CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]
Aiyo, a lotta cats can only see the bad in rap
Matter of fact, they only focus on what it lacks
Yeah, I know about
the fall, I'm in for the fall
The chiquita banana with
Leopard spots, japa girl garlic
Hot hot hot, little sand box
Kitty cat in Brazil she scrathes back
I
summonin' dungeons of cunnin' creatures until I got 'em runnin'
They runnin', I'm huntin'
The rappin' avalanche
I cast quickly
I pass cats like sand through
We getting money now
They say we acting funny now
But if I never changed
How I'm change back
Explain that
Still the same cat
Throw sand in yo eyes
victims here this is modern romance
We're all casualties of war
I don't wanna play this game no more
it's no't the guilt that gets to me first
It's the cat
You wont know yourself, wont know which way's up nor down
Hold on tight, baby I'm On My Way
I've got a magic hand, slipping into sinking sand
Got my
a fish in the summer sand,
Hotter than a cat on fire.
I'll just fill up space
By comparing animals and the weather.
And then I'll kill some time
She walks to the store for some cat box sand
She stops for a drink and meets a man
He says I wish you were over now
He buys her a drink, they stumble
Your pussys a sand box full of cat shit that no spade or white pail would move.
Sword swallowing is relaxing your throat, breathing through your
never the cat, bring sand to the beach
Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
Living expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I V-O-T, low key
Hot like the summer in Cancun
Let’s take a trip to the sand
Cool
Home run that cat out the ballpark
Might just hop out let the car park
Love me forever
the sand with the
Red bottoms cat tell
I could put your moms
In Puerto Rico
Then we roll a back somewhere
And inhale
I said what's up
Fucking from the dusk
on the beach with a bitch, and she bad
I could do it in the sand, ima beat up a cat
Still tryna' win?
Motherfucker, just tap
While you was in your egg, I was
way?
So let's deconstruct, the phrase mate your fucked
A construction of the things I can't confront
Like I can't control when the cat shits in sand
But
a smile of the cheshire cat
Castles wash into sand, hold hand in hand
Look at the waves, land of the brave new frontier
Land of the brave new world
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