DJO - 1938 lyrics

Grains of sand and sea salt on my lips Her silhouette reminiscent of a solar eclipse And yesterday I met a dreadlocked amigo We talked a lot, he sold me tree on the D low Even tho I'm from the Wheel in the east coast I feel like the sea knows it's my real home Beautiful women, with sun kissed skin Got me feeling underwater like a sunken ship Man i could lay here and smoke 100 spliffs Blow O's and burn through a couple onions of kit When the fun gone end? I think never All the money Imma spend Because the weather Kinda funny my friends found me Surrounded by algae A little tipsy a couple hundred yards from the ground See it's something bout the pure bliss on everyone's faces A reaction we should see more, not just on vacation In these places we're aimless Shameless, not next to our neighbors Nothing constraining our veins No need for knowledge or labor Don't want know no violence or cable Just put it all on the table Catch the table on fire Sit and watch from a dune That's a possessional pyre And baby, I'm in the mood Just me and you, some lazy tunes A little mary and booze Man and woman fall in love on the beach I've heard much scarier news Just keep me close And stare at the horizon Point a finger That'll be the next island In the blink of an eye we will be flying Neo jazz and a volleyball game Can barely skate, but I'll ollie all day I'm at a beach bar, obvious I'm underaged But the girl didn't care, she just gave me the drink She told me to get outta here, and spread a little love I looked her in her eyes and said, that's what's up With a smile she said don't drown tonight I laughed and responded with, that sound aight Just keep me close And stare at the horizon Point a finger That'll be the next island In the blink of an eye we will be flying X2 This the magic rapping act Imagine that, I pack the gat If you attack my lads I'll snap your backs in half I'm gonna hack and slash your a** And after that i'll pack the gra** You lack the facts to rap with cla** And that is that I do not want your ratchet clap I hackysack while rapping fast Your acting trash, go back to fap I trap trap trap and pa** the dabs You took a nap, now you're in last You in the past, move to the future You on a bike, i'm in the uber You're girl a dyke, you know i duck and move her I say good luck to losers Cuz they need a f**ing booster I truck a mothaf**a do not need to make maneuvers Blue suede soccer shoes from umbra Constantly completing goals Then i sit back and puff the hookah I'll be laying in the hammock You will know my name soon bruh