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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam Murdoch
Cam Murdoch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Philip Alexander
Shawn Philip Alexander
Composer
Cameron Cloman
Cameron Cloman
Lyrics
Roy Edward Handy III
Roy Edward Handy III
Lyrics
Jamee Cornelia Goodman
Jamee Cornelia Goodman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Divus P
Divus P
Producer

Lyrics

Waiting for them at the finish line
Sneaker heads buying this and that instead of on their grind
I just lapped the homies couple times I'm feeling guilty now
In my flow state, state to state, I'm really living now
Same **** I was plotting in the Honda Civic with
Told them that I'd never switch
But I feel the distance when I'm listing my accomplishments
When I hurt too bad I just remember Colonel telling me
Only two people fit up in that J-70
Or that XJ '88 Jag leather seats
Me and mine doing real fine on somebody beach
But I miss the green docks, rolling roaches, selling tree
Mama used to be a booster selling J's for 23
Saw her turn a little to a lot it really made me think
I can be whatever do whatever when I want to
Even when it's feeling like it's over I still push through
Dark De'Barge with the freights on, **** the weight moving
Like the waves when we shake shit coming back to the sure
Suede on waters while we sitting by the harbor
But don't touch it cuz you'll fuck around and drown in this velour
I'm from that swamp ****, shit look sweet
'Til you get swept up with this mop ****, tank on E
Them sharks be swimming at the top ****, flank on me
Bitch what you thinking? Shit go click-clack
Have that boy fishing so don't get skipped Jack
Let me tune up, give me my flowers
Bury my mama with pink petunias
Type shit when you lose one
I've been pushing paper while I'm politickin
With my people now we picking jewels up
I can pivot proper when I pick an option
That don't give me power better fix your posture
This shit a monsoon, my parter flipped a brick to a yacht
Straight off of Pontoon from sundown to high noon to high moon
Then back to that ocean from where we toasting up
Even the clearest of waters gon' look muddy to most of us
If they only let you shine with a lamp shade
Then y **** that’s hate
Damned if they do, if they don’t imma cascade
What is it the waves?
They sea the motion and get sick
I’m Zissou, but in Ebisu
The views are exotic, the life so aquatic
Its like a double entendre, when I say I’m on an island
I see no equal
So please don’t hit me like shit sweet
I just learned how to swim so if its that deep, we can go 6 ft
Coast to coast to coast, but its something bout tihs beach
Something in the water, but I need something to sip
The Sun been shining forever the way I’m booking my trips
And when i dip in the tidewater and slide down 64
I only tell the fam so I don’t gotta tippy toe
Or answer silly questions about
Where I’m residing, where I be flying
Am I seeing someone, why I be hiding
**** too busy looking like who they want to be
To go and be who they want to be
I could never be me though
I played my story mode without walkthroughs and cheat codes
Acquired a perspective I never I’d never see
Don’t care if you ------ Bitch, wait in the mezzanine
Took the stairs up so coming down is a task
And if you been where I've been through
Why would you even ask
I’m out of reach on purpose phone off but it’s working
New country codes, you just got hoes In your area
All you get is a split, I’m a resident if I marry her
I’m very sure of myself and earned every ounce of arrogance
Fly as a peregrine, even when I’m sipping tea on the flight
I won’t spill it but if you slip, then I’m airing it all out
From Norfolk to Kitakyushu I ball out
I’m sick of keeping track of the score, I'mma let y’all count
I’m posted in the crib having visions, that's a wall mount
Don’t hit me for advice anymore **** I’m all out
Written by: Cameron Cloman, Jamee Cornelia Goodman, Roy Edward Handy III, Shawn Philip Alexander
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