Feel like a beach boy
In these peach shorts
Hair nappy and my beach board
On my backpack
That's a jansport
With a switchblade
I wont reach for it
Couple shades darker
Than before
I traded in my home
For the shore
Now the waves crash
On my doorstep
Life race fast
Like it's Forza
19 when I copped that 4 door
Just a honda
No Porscha
But I post it
Like it's worth more
And I pose on em
For the Portrait
Ugly motherf*cker with a gorgeous smile
Just a loner in my past life
Now I tour the coast nomadic
Try to pass off what was last night
I was coach surfing
Scraping pennies up
Trying to get my cash right
But the pockets hurting
Everything's on E
Long as I eat well hell
Put my ear to a seashell feel
The cool cool breeze on my skin
I'm just blowing in the wind
Ain't no telling where I'll end
2 years from now so f*ck thinking bout 10
Whole life could end
Right here right here
Never know when death is near
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Trying to make it out
West side MI
Where dreams die
Go world wide
Supernova
Fly high
Bye bye
All the niggas that got by
Hating for so long
Or waiting for something to go wrong
Would name em but f*ck it life goes on
Stopped wasting my energy on peons
I know I'm a problem child
Used to throw tantrums
Stomp around
The teachers would have to send me out
Call my mom and say this nigga too wild but
Now they just clap and smile
Cus a nigga got cap and gown
And trying to turn up a crowd
Of course they wanna come around
Told em to shut their mouth
Hold on a second just wipe me down
Feel like I'm Boosie in 2000
I keep it 1000 like my bank account
All the funds is really low
I ain't capping for the show
Feel like niggas finna blow
So I ain't worry bout it though
Pack up and hit the road
Or stay home and stay broke
Too accustomed to the lows
So niggas really gotta glow
Like a star boy
I'm an asteroid
No mob boy
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Paris Williams - Beach Boy Lyrics
Paris Williams - Beach Boy Lyrics
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Feel like a beach boy
In these peach shorts
Hair nappy and my beach board
On my backpack
That's a jansport
With a switchblade
I wont reach for it
Couple shades darker
Than before
I traded in my home
For the shore
Now the waves crash
On my doorstep
Life race fast
Like it's Forza
19 when I copped that 4 door
Just a honda
No Porscha
But I post it
Like it's worth more
And I pose on em
For the Portrait
Ugly motherf*cker with a gorgeous smile
Just a loner in my past life
Now I tour the coast nomadic
Try to pass off what was last night
I was coach surfing
Scraping pennies up
Trying to get my cash right
But the pockets hurting
Everything's on E
Long as I eat well hell
Put my ear to a seashell feel
The cool cool breeze on my skin
I'm just blowing in the wind
Ain't no telling where I'll end
2 years from now so f*ck thinking bout 10
Whole life could end
Right here right here
Never know when death is near
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Trying to make it out
West side MI
Where dreams die
Go world wide
Supernova
Fly high
Bye bye
All the niggas that got by
Hating for so long
Or waiting for something to go wrong
Would name em but f*ck it life goes on
Stopped wasting my energy on peons
I know I'm a problem child
Used to throw tantrums
Stomp around
The teachers would have to send me out
Call my mom and say this nigga too wild but
Now they just clap and smile
Cus a nigga got cap and gown
And trying to turn up a crowd
Of course they wanna come around
Told em to shut their mouth
Hold on a second just wipe me down
Feel like I'm Boosie in 2000
I keep it 1000 like my bank account
All the funds is really low
I ain't capping for the show
Feel like niggas finna blow
So I ain't worry bout it though
Pack up and hit the road
Or stay home and stay broke
Too accustomed to the lows
So niggas really gotta glow
Like a star boy
I'm an asteroid
No mob boy
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
In these peach shorts
Hair nappy and my beach board
On my backpack
That's a jansport
With a switchblade
I wont reach for it
Couple shades darker
Than before
I traded in my home
For the shore
Now the waves crash
On my doorstep
Life race fast
Like it's Forza
19 when I copped that 4 door
Just a honda
No Porscha
But I post it
Like it's worth more
And I pose on em
For the Portrait
Ugly motherf*cker with a gorgeous smile
Just a loner in my past life
Now I tour the coast nomadic
Try to pass off what was last night
I was coach surfing
Scraping pennies up
Trying to get my cash right
But the pockets hurting
Everything's on E
Long as I eat well hell
Put my ear to a seashell feel
The cool cool breeze on my skin
I'm just blowing in the wind
Ain't no telling where I'll end
2 years from now so f*ck thinking bout 10
Whole life could end
Right here right here
Never know when death is near
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Trying to make it out
West side MI
Where dreams die
Go world wide
Supernova
Fly high
Bye bye
All the niggas that got by
Hating for so long
Or waiting for something to go wrong
Would name em but f*ck it life goes on
Stopped wasting my energy on peons
I know I'm a problem child
Used to throw tantrums
Stomp around
The teachers would have to send me out
Call my mom and say this nigga too wild but
Now they just clap and smile
Cus a nigga got cap and gown
And trying to turn up a crowd
Of course they wanna come around
Told em to shut their mouth
Hold on a second just wipe me down
Feel like I'm Boosie in 2000
I keep it 1000 like my bank account
All the funds is really low
I ain't capping for the show
Feel like niggas finna blow
So I ain't worry bout it though
Pack up and hit the road
Or stay home and stay broke
Too accustomed to the lows
So niggas really gotta glow
Like a star boy
I'm an asteroid
No mob boy
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run them
I'm just flexing all my muscle
Writer: Quordrece Williams
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