Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ocean Prime, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Yacht Rock 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Ocean Prime |
Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian |
Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (Uh-huh) |
Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands |
This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and my Nautica sweats |
Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck |
Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes |
Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek |
Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard |
Drownin' in sin, life’s a beach, need a coast guard |
Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm |
Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms |
Simply straight return, three-thousand miles away from home |
Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on |
Nautica Competition accomplished on my windbreakers |
Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick |
Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man |
Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium |
Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen, yeah |
On the river tryna water wing me up a stingray |
We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic? |
Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic? |
On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded |
I can’t understand his Inglés, he can’t understand my Spanish |
Big fish in a small pond full of guppies |
Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you vanish |
Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders |
The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors |
They don’t wanna see you die |