I got my 211, my 40 oz.
but the past is a thing you cant wash out
so when I hit the bottom
you wont be forgotten
and I'm cruisin down the beach
my second home
got my weed hookups, from a friend we all know
I'll tell you, this place is a part of me
I'll sell my soul to this beach
If I ever leave.
Im poppin pills cuz I got, time on my hands
I got scars selfmade, beneath my pants
I buried my teardrops, under this sand
&I know life is gonna be brootal
I gottas take advantage,
Im hopelessly romantic, in this hole.
you know that, people other places cant do this
walkin to the beach after school ends
I got a couple bucks
but all I need is my friends