lyrics:

don't hold a candle to me

don't give a fuck bout no gossip homie don't give a fuck bout no tea

i'm all in on the dream

i'm all in on the dollars shit i got racks up to my teeth

got business to discuss with the family

might put my name on your album drop footprint rest on your beats 

might disappear wit my girl, catch me drunk as hell under palm trees 

beach bum tensions up might get sandy with me

might cop a cartier crash just so i could say 
i fuckin did

might pop up unannounced have em asking who's he how the fucks he in?

grown up now im holed up in the lab like a damn scientist

big ups to my dawgs hittin night vibes like some late drive shit

text me say you're sorry i don't give a fuck
i ain't sorry

you'll never hear those words come out of me this ain't therapy

or interrogation i'm more in terra than i should be

blink and you'll  miss me

you'll regret that heavily

beach bum (prod. swaine)

NV // TORONTO

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