[Hook]
It's just a Thursday afternoon on one of venice beaches
Ain't rapping nothin' serious just tell you exactly what I'm thinking. (x4)
It's just a Thursday afternoon on one of Venice beaches
Ain't rapping serious just tell you what I'm thinking
[Verse 1: Fonz Bentley]
Supposed to be headin' to to reviews to shop la porsche
But I've never been right here, you need to see the water
Showcase just hit me said he just had a little daughter
Seven pounds two ounces nineteen pounds shoty
I'm inspired now, I need to grab my apple pod
Damn, no, I left the house without my headphones
But I was taking my brother to set and headin' home
But it seems my father has got something else in store
Now I'm driving down main street
I can't find and electronic store to save me
Just asked the cop, you should see the face he gave me
And there goes the seers, don't want no one want to see me in here
Downstairs, 19 dollars headphones, yeah!
You mind if open this and leave the trash here?
That's cool, here's your card please sign here!
Now let me get out before I hear 'there he goes in there'
I can't stand the camera phones, I know it's part of it
Just let me get to the beach, I'mma write something you'll love it!
The song of the other night, I don't bother, out I love that!
You're looking too much for me, wish I can change that!
But did you see make the gaze, I murder that
I did it, but my homies said that you could really rap
Tell ‘em I appreciate it, follow your dreams, I mean that!
Yeah, I get that, but give me my pen back!
Heading down Colorado there's a liquor store I stop
So I can get some goodies oowee they got syphendale
I'm just kiddin' y'all hell, they've got good verse and meaners
Don't act like you thought you was a cla**ical when you were sipping
Didn't come for alcohol just Hershey's chocolate y'all
The new Vibe on the cover, whoever and wow!
Just a little wabba for my own cover now!
Just motivation, grab that fiji water I'm out
In the car on the radio is nothing
I would tell you what's on put i'll be startin' beef with somethin'.. I'm frontin! For real some records, it's bumping!
Can't wait ‘till I mix mine because I'm stepping over everyone!
Go quote it, destroy it, it's clear now!
I pull up and you should see the girls flying around
Rip off my ribbons you should see the girls line now!
There's one specifically, turn my heads a couple of times
I'm used to it, sometimes I act like I can't see it
It don't matter, guarantee you front ho she peeped it
And if she has me, you respect al sh** street it
I should tell you in my own cla**ic way
You need to go here, witch!
Try this and get dealt with!
And I look sad, all dead but right now its just my pen,my pot, my pad
Up in my head and as soon as my feet touch the sand, there it is