L.Mayne - Boat (feat. TRS Prod)

Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
I’m dead inside - outside I’m smiling
Set my eyes on the wide horizon
Tryna deal with these philistines - who ain’t feeling mine coz they calcified
Crippled minds
Pineal blinded
I pass the spliff like I pass the time
A pastor hinted that I need divine - intervention
If Im to save this soul of mine
I Wish I could press rewind
Start again - start afresh
Feel the squeeze like I’m being pressed
I’ve got the juice so no need to flex
My presence felt - as I share the wealth
Pour some out for all those who left
We watch our lives go down the drain
And hope and pray we never next
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
This the thing - They let me down like a rubber ring
They live in castles made of sand
And shut the door as the tide comes in
Out of sight and out of mind
I Step to the plate - take a
Violent swing
Red mist - keeps rising up
Your time is up - under my wing
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Sun rays I soak
Coz some days I can’t cope
So I laze and float
Just like a sailing boat
Bien élevé est le garçon
Sers moi quand meme whisky glaçon
J’ai des principes et des valeurs, elle aussi sa tombe bien donc nous nous attachons
Restau Parisien sur une péniche
J’écarte toute les bitch de mon pénis
Je deal pas, je fume pas de drogue, je reste fidèle a ma gow, oui maman soit fière de ton fils
Maman si tu savais qui est ton fils il en a fait des bétises a Senlis
Foncder j’ai vesqui la police
Foncder j’ai vesqui la police
Et j’en ai taro certaine du lycée
J’étais pas en cours je préferai secher
Toilettes du 3ème j’étais égaré
Dans mes dingueries je me suis enlisé

Written by:
Luke Mayne

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