D.O.T.B

Dead on the beach, feet in the sand You hate to admit when her shit go to plan They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends Ask me later when she with me again No pass around she look good in my hand Yellow bone she a ten out of ten, aye Look, used to be happy but now I'm ecstatic All praise to God, no need for dramatics Her love, hella passion, no need for dramatics Used to be happy but now I'm ecstatic All praise to God, no need for dramatics Her love, hella passion, no need for dramatics Dead on the beach, feet in the sand You hate to admit when her shit go to plan They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends Ask me later when she with me again No pass around she look good in my hand Yellow bone she a ten out of ten, aye Ten out of ten We out all night till we get them looks and we fall back on our plans The circle small ain't no need for new friends Time is ticking need them chords to come in Flow is tripping so my price on demand Table round so we all in command Whip is loud so you know what I'm in Whip is loud so you know what I'm I'm Dead on the beach, my feet in the sand You hate to admit when her shit go to plan They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends Ask me later when she with me again No pass around she look good in my hand Yellow bone she a ten out of ten