Lyrics:
aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living
Time: 8:12 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/lenny waronker
Co-producer: andy paley
Recorded and mixed by mark
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
piped like clacks
By the ol' scarecrow
'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o'
The bayou boy bums
to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses
Taking it one year at a time
Oh-oh, can you hear the sound? It's shimmering higher
On the beach I'm building a pyre
(Use the wood brought in by
Ima play boy
Word to play boy carti
If you wanna you run it
Let's get this started
Chill by the beach
Let's just vibe
We can stay up
Anytime
up and go, Jacques Cousteau
Back to Acworth Beach
By afternoon, the kids are running free
Blast the Beach Boys, babe, and dance with me
The hula hoop
four-point, four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's
in the modern day a bold move
I told you I'm nothing but a bum on a beach
But you'd never guess judging by the young's that I speak
This my life
Ay
What we doin
Where we at
Central coast ting
Ay
2250
Because we party till we party no more it’s the city by the beach
Because we party till we
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Bitch I'm smart got degrees like im eighty
She treats me like a baby
Wom wom wom oh shit they gone pay me
Burberry Bum Bag Boy
I could spend all my money
Gal ya bumbum make me smile
Garlie ya body fit to make me maad
Gal ya bum bum gal my body tight
If you leave me omo na suicide
Gal ya bumbum make me
talking and walking just to work you up
She'd die for your love, but your love's only mine, boy
Yo sigo tranquila, like I'm on a beach in Anguilla
Remember at the beach we brought the sheets
We were harassed by police
Good thing we didn't go too deep
Everywhere we be the passion in me just screams
I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
This track is dedicated, to all the Lover Boys out there
The homies lovin' too much for they own good
More than they should, check it
This one's for
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
the waist
Somewhere by the waves
We can hide away
And sip some wine
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
I gotta' hun'
Huh huh huh
I gotta' hun'
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
Yeah
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
That boy a bum
Sending shots,
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
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