Lyrics:
Chilling on the beach, I got my feet down in the sand
Her ass looks like a peach, I love it when she does her dance
I'm listening to waves, but my
sunken in the sand
Moving towards the new age
Built inside the same cage
Heart full of fear and head full of sand
Social as a cell phone
First to cast
already knows)
Building sand castles in the rain
(When you know it's time to pack up and leave but)
Just remember what I say
(You can't)
Have you ever loves
Inna di night mi a walk pan Arabian sands
Fulla doti people dem get whatever dem want
See di chicks demma catty like dem chase rats
Shake dat ass Pan
line of fans
Katie Ann in the sand, on mud, and dry land
Katie Ann, she's just gotta dance
Gonna talk to her sister
Say she's on a roll
The music can't
Alla behöver kärlek
Från nån som aldrig sviker
Låt nåden drabba mig
Alla behöver godhet
Att få bli förlåtna
Ett hopp som bär oss
Jesus Han kan
Okay hør nu efter
For jeg har mer end bar punches og flotte ord
Du får en kombi af volds rim og folkemord
Og en stor dolk i toeren ligesom hos
Churning the sand
Lover, oh my lover
I know I'm not easy to understand
Cover, darling take cover
For I am the sandstorm
And you are the sand
Churning the sand
Lover, oh my lover
I know I'm not easy to understand
Cover, darling take cover
For I am the sandstorm
And you are the sand
been kissed by the sun
And coconut replaces the smell of the bar
And I don't know if it's her or the Rum
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Ain't no doors and no windows
Just a roll bar and a radio
If it rains you're gonna get wet
But that old 302 ain't let me down yet
It's a cutout
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun's rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It's
Francais et tous jour en controle
It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels
That
My muscles pull rip and tear with each step on the sand, my bones crackle and shatter with each step I demand,
I'm movin as fast as I can, don't
Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
I said "Let's go shoot tequila"
So we walked back to that beach bar
but her name rings a bell (bling)
Yeah, I brought sand to the beach
And AJ coming with tings as well (yeah)
She wanna live that Rockstar life
So
got bags of bars that are sharp as sand
Step back fam when Anson lands
I got lyrical skill so I dont need grands
Got pots and pans so the bars aint
two or three bars
Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in
I am the gas in the blunt
I am the loud in the pack
I am cash in the trunk
Pull up dip out with multiple bags
I am the dirt and the sand
The wind
boy, drawing lines in the sand
Glide with clipped wings on a flight of the damned
The sight of ripped dreams A sirens lipped screams
Inside a slip
in the darkness
Now my crop's ready for harvest
I swear, with the bars, man, I always have been the hardest
From perfection, I'm the farthest
I was lying like some driftwood
My face covered in sand
In a Westerly direction
A ninety-seven-pound man
At the Boku bar reflecting
My head in my
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
I stand and scan
the sun
And coconut replaces the smell of the bar
And I don't know if it's her or the Rum
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in
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