On the central Pacific and im sick of that f**ing ocean
Trying to find recuse, a plane boat nope
I can't ride a tidal wave for much longer
My legs not strong enough
Can't handle the water
My serf tactic, keep me landing in bad sh**
Ive had this clear view too many nights
Im sick of the f**ing beach the sand the ease yeah
Not trying to please, i need relief, im a decent being
Wheres the helicopeter
Medic doctor
Red cross
Dead moss bed, lost, yo where the f** am i
All the gods couldn't even find me if they looking
Jimmy hoffa fighting for life, and try and stop ya
Man from landing on this sand and vanishing
Into mirage, gather some logs together
Trying to escape, after crashing in the valley
But the most f**ed thing i was on my way to maui
And im lost on the island
Trying to find a way back
But my ship crash
But my ship crash
You dont need to swim away yet
You dont need to swim away yet
You dont need to swim away yet
You dont need to swim away yet....
Theres a plane ...
I can see it.....