J Chinnasz & GIOVANNI FROM KEPLER-22 - BARCELONA

This feels like sunsets on the beach
Lobster, steak and prawns what we eat
Fresh seawater on my feet
Rastafari, Jah put him blessin' pon me
​I done made it thru the struggle days
I seen who you niggas was in my humble days
Fashion week fresh on my bummy days and
I don't trust nobody who still call me by my govy name
Smell like CGD and Larry Bird
Shorty said she couldn't trust me cause she heard this verse
If you hold me down, I always put you first
You can't have no ring but bitch you have my word
I'm a Gentleman I swear
Rolling up a blizzy while a baddie twist my hair
This feeling just don't compare.
Rollin' up Gelato, blow my problems in the air
This feels like sunsets on the beach
Lobster, steak and prawns what we eat
Fresh seawater on my feet
Rastafari, Jah put him blessin' pon me
This feels like sunsets on the beach
Lobster, steak and prawns what we eat
Fresh seawater on my feet
Rastafari, Jah put him blessin' pon me
I'm screaming what a life
Cruising down this lane it seems like it all happened overnight
But I can't forget the times the head was down no soul in sight
Half a decade drowning never failed to stride towards the light
Now these bitches want the pipe
Now it's no more oversight
Life is on her knees providing gawk gawk 3000
Planted all the seeds to terminate all of the doubtin'
Ain't that hard to breathe sittin' here on top of this mountain
Mind is done with shoutin'
Face no longer poutin'
Took a bit too long to find out Gio is astoundin'
Baby on my side no matter what are the surroundings
Right hand on her thigh her hair is flying and it's shinin'
Later she'll be riding
But for now the sun is blindin'
Things is getting blurred as I come back from all these visions
Open up the eyes I'm still at mommas in the basement
Jump right out the bed get on the desk and handle business
I know where I'm headed
Moving with the stillness
Ask me how I feel
This feels like sunsets on the beach
Lobster, steak and prawns what we eat
Fresh seawater on my feet
Rastafari, Jah put him blessin' pon me
This feels like sunsets on the beach
Lobster, steak and prawns what we eat
Fresh seawater on my feet
Rastafari, Jah put him blessin' pon me
Ladies and gentlemen thank you again for flying Air Dojo
We ask that if you need to smoke you roll your last one

Written by:
Giovanni Boulay, Jacob Chin

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