This is a song about "Norh shore"

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Cause when we're on the shore there is no clock. time doesn't matter when we're out here.

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore