Lyrics:
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'
to life
Baby boy blues, play them night show tunes
Recap, recap this that new crack
Net my new trap, swag Get snap backed
Tell boys fallback, might get
affection
'Cause the big boys like you and to you I'm an infection
So if you don't want me around
I think I'll run along and drown
You can't want this bum in
world.
I’ve been left alone here by the sea
Drifting in the search of harmony
Melodies to carry home with me
Long beach, small world…
I'm
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
baby)
I got them bad boy blues
I feel hypnotized by the way you move
And those big brown eyes
Yea, that would be great
That would be beach house
Uh yea, give me a minute
It's a lil while til Fleeto finished
No I'm not Cane, on these beats I'm a menace
Let's take a trip on a beach, yeah Venice
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
Soundscan, 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 never seen
G tryin to see what's up on some ass
really doe, y'all enjoyed the show, good
but what you know about these Long Beach boys in the hood
should
me the way, somebody show me the way
It's routine, by the beach I rise
First up, I hit the weed then I bleach my eyes
Then it's to the drum
here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging
Feel the fox
trappi (trappi trappi)
Mi trappi trappi (trappi trappi)
Am getting thirsty
Get me henney
Sika nti
Small boy
Y3 fr3 mi daddy
May3 wild wild
On the street
I'm from Levy City (across the bridge)
Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me
Bitch my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no)
I
F'real, uh
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
Of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin', I mean that
I'ma fuck that bitch tonight, I'ma fuck that bitch all night
You a fuckin' bitch, boy, you a fuckin' bum
I'ma pull up with my choppa, I'ma pop you in
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
spite
I'll take tha man's daughter she won't be in sight
Take her to Tulum for a couple of bands
We all on tha beach n I'm hittin my dance
Let's act like
niggas towns, black ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeke right behind me dun dun,
their girl gone give me face hoe
Prod by Luke he the coldest with the beats
Colorado soon to the mountains from the beach
I've got VA beach behind me
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