Down in Miami for the weekend (oh yeah I might be)
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast
The city feels deceiving (oh yeah I might be)
What am I gonna do when I might come back
I just come back, bro
(I come back so broke up, I just come back so broke)
Might not come back at all, might not come back
This is the side of the pool
I'm a Miami beast, though
Dip from the East Coast
We 'bout to drink like Mayo
Cinco down by the beachfront
Beachfront, we go
Getting to the point like Ron did the heat, though
Watch me go right to the nail with it
Shawty told me I'm a dog
Guess that a mama be passin' it
Wheels on that Rennet, Corvette spinnin'
Coach of Miami, the best spinnin'
I took that money and ran
Cut up my plans
Baby might get in the sand, yeah
Living in Miami for the weekend
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast?
The city feels deceiving
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I might come back rich and I might just come back broken?
I just come back, bro
(Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back (Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back
So let's look up in the web, think I flew JetBlue
New return trip, rollin' sticky like wet glue
Fresh blue, while the sky fell in the waves
Ship, the pack to the condo, to avoid tsa sayin'
In the Port of Miami I feel like Ricky Rosé
I set filets ablaze with the propane
Layin' by the pool, rollin' peach games all day
My wrist on sorbet, 'cause my fans say Taipei
I really wish mad heads leave me alone
Sendin' all my calls, 'til the voice mail tone
Working hard a have to get postponed
Cause I just got paid and I might cop Vlone
Take me to the shopping district
Leaving me with my pockets empty
Somersault in the ocean of sin
You can go to the bottom with me
In the street getting condescended
Up all night long like I'm Lionel Richie
I think they gonna need some time to miss me
Ocean's salt clearing in my sinuses
We bout to get lit and go find some mischeif
I lost my credit card again
Might not come back at all, it might not come back
Landon Sears - Miami Lyrics
Landon Sears - Miami Lyrics
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Down in Miami for the weekend (oh yeah I might be)
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast
The city feels deceiving (oh yeah I might be)
What am I gonna do when I might come back
I just come back, bro
(I come back so broke up, I just come back so broke)
Might not come back at all, might not come back
This is the side of the pool
I'm a Miami beast, though
Dip from the East Coast
We 'bout to drink like Mayo
Cinco down by the beachfront
Beachfront, we go
Getting to the point like Ron did the heat, though
Watch me go right to the nail with it
Shawty told me I'm a dog
Guess that a mama be passin' it
Wheels on that Rennet, Corvette spinnin'
Coach of Miami, the best spinnin'
I took that money and ran
Cut up my plans
Baby might get in the sand, yeah
Living in Miami for the weekend
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast?
The city feels deceiving
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I might come back rich and I might just come back broken?
I just come back, bro
(Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back (Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back
So let's look up in the web, think I flew JetBlue
New return trip, rollin' sticky like wet glue
Fresh blue, while the sky fell in the waves
Ship, the pack to the condo, to avoid tsa sayin'
In the Port of Miami I feel like Ricky Rosé
I set filets ablaze with the propane
Layin' by the pool, rollin' peach games all day
My wrist on sorbet, 'cause my fans say Taipei
I really wish mad heads leave me alone
Sendin' all my calls, 'til the voice mail tone
Working hard a have to get postponed
Cause I just got paid and I might cop Vlone
Take me to the shopping district
Leaving me with my pockets empty
Somersault in the ocean of sin
You can go to the bottom with me
In the street getting condescended
Up all night long like I'm Lionel Richie
I think they gonna need some time to miss me
Ocean's salt clearing in my sinuses
We bout to get lit and go find some mischeif
I lost my credit card again
Might not come back at all, it might not come back
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast
The city feels deceiving (oh yeah I might be)
What am I gonna do when I might come back
I just come back, bro
(I come back so broke up, I just come back so broke)
Might not come back at all, might not come back
This is the side of the pool
I'm a Miami beast, though
Dip from the East Coast
We 'bout to drink like Mayo
Cinco down by the beachfront
Beachfront, we go
Getting to the point like Ron did the heat, though
Watch me go right to the nail with it
Shawty told me I'm a dog
Guess that a mama be passin' it
Wheels on that Rennet, Corvette spinnin'
Coach of Miami, the best spinnin'
I took that money and ran
Cut up my plans
Baby might get in the sand, yeah
Living in Miami for the weekend
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I get right back to my spot up on the coast?
The city feels deceiving
(Oh yeah, I might)
What am I gonna do when I might come back rich and I might just come back broken?
I just come back, bro
(Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back (Might come back so broke, I might just come back so broke)
Might not come back
So let's look up in the web, think I flew JetBlue
New return trip, rollin' sticky like wet glue
Fresh blue, while the sky fell in the waves
Ship, the pack to the condo, to avoid tsa sayin'
In the Port of Miami I feel like Ricky Rosé
I set filets ablaze with the propane
Layin' by the pool, rollin' peach games all day
My wrist on sorbet, 'cause my fans say Taipei
I really wish mad heads leave me alone
Sendin' all my calls, 'til the voice mail tone
Working hard a have to get postponed
Cause I just got paid and I might cop Vlone
Take me to the shopping district
Leaving me with my pockets empty
Somersault in the ocean of sin
You can go to the bottom with me
In the street getting condescended
Up all night long like I'm Lionel Richie
I think they gonna need some time to miss me
Ocean's salt clearing in my sinuses
We bout to get lit and go find some mischeif
I lost my credit card again
Might not come back at all, it might not come back
Writer: Landon Warren Sears
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave