Often Spaced - Surfing (prod. DJ C-Jay)

When I bring the cavalry
No one wanna battle me
Cuz I'm hungry for the money, never losing salary
Fast money, transactions and quotes then
Hit he road, blowing the gas and were coasting
From Atlantic to Pacific Ocean
Getting wavy and we trashing the boat and
Pirating your city, so Just pass me the potion
We came to conquer cuz we lack the emotion
Sine and cosine Digital or analog
No discussion, monologue
Shredding up riffs
Wanna chick like Courtney Conologue
Women wanna surfboard and mine is lookin kinda long
I be hitting crest
Never eating out the trough
And I'm spaced out
Homie yea it's kinda often
Black and grey style
Kinda like inside a coffin
Not a gothic
I'm rocking my catholic crosses
In outer space now
And My shuttle got them dark tints
Need a bad chick to rock it every time I park it
Got her face down
For that vision I am all in
And Proceeding with some calculated moves and caution
Like a playground

Written by:
Gaffney Pierre

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