Boat on the sea, hey
Yeah

Young blavan, watching time pass, chilling in his hood
No more phone, verse and cut cigarette, dude it's in your head
Kkk, no more time to play, every day the same
Yeah yeah yeah, no I don't want a buoy, boat on the sea
Young blavan, watching time pass, chilling in his hood
No more phone, verse and cut cigarette, dude it's in your head
Kkk, no more time to play, every day the same
Yeah yeah yeah, no I don't want a buoy, boat on the sea

I'm doing rounds, dude it's not great, dude what's the deal
At first, you had a lot of rhymes, now you have a lot of wrinkles
We're here, only seeing the surface of dreams like in America
Take my oid, if you thought we were doing this temporarily
Oh Nepal, it's when you bomb, dude you need to land
You have the stuff, and don't act like we didn't tell you enough
Just bluffing, so I drop this quickly then you master it
Usain Bolt, they go all the way just for me to dedicate to them
Wagadem, is it just me or your rappers are really lame?
They're hurt, archive their soul just to sell records
I'm calm, you can find me looking for a Mister Nobody
Yes doctor, I'm in good health, I don't smoke broccoli
Slow down, go slower dude no it's too fast
Too easy, yes the damn secret is "stay true" we told you
Bombastick, my guys roll bats, fly like birds
That's life, and I enjoy the world while I contaminate it

Young blavan, watching time pass, chilling in his hood
No more phone, verse and cut cigarette, dude it's in your head
Kkk, no more time to play, every day the same
Yeah yeah yeah, no I don't want a buoy, boat on the sea
Young blavan, watching time pass, chilling in his hood
No more phone, verse and cut cigarette, dude it's in your head
Kkk, no more time to play, every day the same
Yeah yeah yeah, no I don't want a buoy, boat on the sea
On the sea (on the sea)

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on their ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass, got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on their ass
I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole is, where are your clothes at?

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