"Venice Beaches" Songtext
von Fonzworth Bentley
"Venice Beaches" Songtext
Its just a Thursday afternoon on one of venice beaches,
Aint rapping nothin′ serious just tell you exactly what Im thinking. Its just a Thursday afternoon on one of Venice beaches,
Aint rapping serious just tell you what Im thinking.
Supposed to be headin' to to reviews to shop la porsche,
But Ive never been right here, you need to see the water
Showcase just hit me said he just had a little daughter,
Seven pounds two ounces nineteen pounds shoty,
Im inspired now, I need to grab my apple pod
Damn, no, I left the house without my headphones,
But I was taking my brother to set and headin′ home,
But it seems my father has got something else in store,
Now Im driving down main street,
I cant find and electronic store to save me.
Just asked the cop, you should see the face he gave me.
And there goes the seers, don't want no one want to see me in here.
Downstairs, 19 dollars headphones, yeah!
You mind if open this and leave the trash here?
Thats cool, here's your card please sign here!
Now let me get out before I hear ′there he goes in there′
I cant stand the camera phones, I know it's part of it,
Just let me get to the beach, Imma write something youll love it!
The song of the other night, I dont bother, out I love that!
Youre looking too much for me, wish I can change that!
But did you see make the gaze, I murder that,
I did it, but my homies said that you could really rap,
Tell em I appreciate it, follow your dreams, I mean that!
Yeah, I get that, but give me my pen back!
Heading down Colorado theres a liquor store I stop
So I can get some goodies oowee they got syphendale
Im just kiddin y′all hell, theyve got good verse and meaners
Dont act like you thought you was a classical when you were sipping.
Didn't come for alcohol just Hershey′s chocolate y'all,
The new Vibe on the cover, whoever and wow!
Just a little wabba for my own cover now!
Just motivation, grab that fiji water Im out,
In the car on the radio is nothing.
I would tell you what′s on put i'll be startin' beef with somethin′. Im frontin! For real some records, its bumping!
Cant wait till I mix mine because Im stepping over everyone!
Go quote it, destroy it, its clear now!
I pull up and you should see the girls flying around.
Rip off my ribbons you should see the girls line now!
There′s one specifically, turn my heads a couple of times,
Im used to it, sometimes I act like I cant see it,
It dont matter, guarantee you front hoe she peeped it
And if she has me, you respect al shit street it,
I should tell you in my own classic way,
You need to go here, witch!
Try this and get dealt with!
And I look sad, all dead but right now its just my pen, my pot, my pad,
Aint rapping nothin′ serious just tell you exactly what Im thinking. Its just a Thursday afternoon on one of Venice beaches,
Aint rapping serious just tell you what Im thinking.
Supposed to be headin' to to reviews to shop la porsche,
But Ive never been right here, you need to see the water
Showcase just hit me said he just had a little daughter,
Seven pounds two ounces nineteen pounds shoty,
Im inspired now, I need to grab my apple pod
Damn, no, I left the house without my headphones,
But I was taking my brother to set and headin′ home,
But it seems my father has got something else in store,
Now Im driving down main street,
I cant find and electronic store to save me.
Just asked the cop, you should see the face he gave me.
And there goes the seers, don't want no one want to see me in here.
Downstairs, 19 dollars headphones, yeah!
You mind if open this and leave the trash here?
Thats cool, here's your card please sign here!
Now let me get out before I hear ′there he goes in there′
I cant stand the camera phones, I know it's part of it,
Just let me get to the beach, Imma write something youll love it!
The song of the other night, I dont bother, out I love that!
Youre looking too much for me, wish I can change that!
But did you see make the gaze, I murder that,
I did it, but my homies said that you could really rap,
Tell em I appreciate it, follow your dreams, I mean that!
Yeah, I get that, but give me my pen back!
Heading down Colorado theres a liquor store I stop
So I can get some goodies oowee they got syphendale
Im just kiddin y′all hell, theyve got good verse and meaners
Dont act like you thought you was a classical when you were sipping.
Didn't come for alcohol just Hershey′s chocolate y'all,
The new Vibe on the cover, whoever and wow!
Just a little wabba for my own cover now!
Just motivation, grab that fiji water Im out,
In the car on the radio is nothing.
I would tell you what′s on put i'll be startin' beef with somethin′. Im frontin! For real some records, its bumping!
Cant wait till I mix mine because Im stepping over everyone!
Go quote it, destroy it, its clear now!
I pull up and you should see the girls flying around.
Rip off my ribbons you should see the girls line now!
There′s one specifically, turn my heads a couple of times,
Im used to it, sometimes I act like I cant see it,
It dont matter, guarantee you front hoe she peeped it
And if she has me, you respect al shit street it,
I should tell you in my own classic way,
You need to go here, witch!
Try this and get dealt with!
And I look sad, all dead but right now its just my pen, my pot, my pad,
Writer(s): Derek J Watkins, Aaron Goldstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
