This is a song about "Sitting at the beach"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

The footsteps on the beach are only his somehow.

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

Then we light a fire and have some drinks on the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the maufukin beach

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,