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the pace, I'm racing against my own race

I'm from space, I'm a beach boy

the smackdown on her; she want a ring
I'm a real hot boy, got the bling bling
So I hit up Hit up BB and I say what's the plots
Finna hit a money play and go cop

starting to know everybody pretty well
But we were all pretty tired and you could really tell
First day, shredding the gnar at the beach
Hop in the water

on a mission you know me
She been watchin Me like the police
She be at the beach in a 2 piece
Then I hit her up say I'm obsessed

Leave it on read she don't want

I graduated school, but I still go to Hogwarts
That girl over there is looking pretty, in the car parked
Open toe Sandals on the beach, I let my dogs

it, sweet like a honey drop
Every time he write a bad rhyme he fill the money pot
Buddy stop, I don't care about the ice you got
Do you have bars like

Had to take a trip from home
They the ones to squeeze
Gave out many opportunities
No one to seize
Yeah I graduated boy
I got about two degrees
7 mile

She doesn't like tequila
She doesn't party all the time
I want to make her mine

Her favorite bands The Beach Boys
She doesn't care about the times

to tell me I ain't hip-hop
Cause I rock a skateboard like I rock a flip-flop
Beach boys but this ain't no island shit
240 sliding, Pit Crew on some wildin'

gonna make it right right right We have to take a flight flight flight To paradise
‘cause hundreds million times they said me “no” but boy if you have

wasn't alway my best forward
Singing real love
While glueing her eye lashes
Getting more fine
The more that time passes
Night time come
You ready to get

Rock the Mic

Mykill Miers

It's Been a Long Time Coming

like a dropped drill
Danger, the Carson strangler is on the loose
bang bang, lyrics ricochet like a deuce-deuce
MC's they pull on my nerves like

Tear Shit Up

Kurious

A Constipated Monkey

1994

And my partner Kurious Jorge is about to get into
some real real deep shit
So what you do is you uh, open your motherfuckin ears
and check this shit out

Lyrics:
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
You can't touch this
My, my, my, my
(You can't touch this)
Music hits me so

Bad at Love Lyrics

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I
Never really liked his friends

time
For months we done
It’s Been so much that i've done
Reflecting on myself
And the Man i've become
I'm that curly Haired
Boy in The ocean
Found a tire

And I been talking to Clive and he always thinking about you
Feeling like de ja vu I'm making songs about you
I never thought there'd come a time I'd be

say's each his own
I'm plugged in I couldn't reach the phone
I dial Raphi on FaceTime
He in New York, I'm in LA
So it's like 8 AM NY time
I say I'm

don't shed tears, but boy, they pour when

I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ooh no, no, no
I've been thinkin' bout you, you know, know, know
I've been thinkin'

about me
You won't have to clean
I'll take you to beach Yeauhh
And you'll see what I mean
To touch the bands
When you chase your dreams
You get the upper

boy playing us out
A-rum-ba-bum-bum

Leave the city and hit the beach
Trade doom for danger
All the radio stations are static
But your car has

On This Pier 
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.


About a quarter-mile long from the shoreline to the end way

with the bricks and
Y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy
This shit get cold
Fuck it by the time police up on us
Work

usually doesn't rain in
Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don't shed tears, but boy, they pour when

I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ooh no, no, no