| I’ll show you how we do it on the beach
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| I’m out here with the sand underneath my feet
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| I haven’t gotta a care, breathing in the breeze
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| Throw up you hands if you’re sweet with me
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| I mean, if you agree with any of the words that leave
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| My lips all the shit I spit about repeatedly
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| I think a little bit about the things I’m leaking free
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| But my day job sucks and it’s keeping me
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| From being who I wanna be, just freaks me out
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| I didn’t think I’d have a single thing to speak about
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| But look at me now, I’m getting bookings in town
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| It won’t be long 'til I’m getting out of here now
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| I don’t belong in a tumbleweed CBD place
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| CBD’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane
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| And THC in all the weed that I breath to my brain
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| I love my street but it puts me to sleep all the same
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| Kick back and listen to the story I tell
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| Sick facts and lessons with a beat to revel
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| Kick, kick back, kick back and listen
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| Kick back and listen to the story I tell
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| Well
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| Drag on a darb, the carcinogens seep into my lungs
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| Like the friends that pretend they’re my cuz
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| I’ll fucking end you brah, I’m a contender? |
| Nah
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| I’m gunna upend the game like 52 pick up
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| Cause I’m a sick cunt and don’t have a facade
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| This is the person that I am and the person you are
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| I’m not fucking gammin' I’m gunna it a charge
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| If you get behind me I’m gunna lead the barrage
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| Like who the fuck our leaders think that they are
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| When neither party that we pick can elect a figure
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| So I reject the vigor of the sick and bizarre
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| It’s unbelievable that people still follow the farce |