II Yvng - 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

Written by:
Frank Thiele

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