Day At the Beach Songtext
von Verb T

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah)
Pass me that cocktail
Let′s party (let's party)

See, life ain′t a day at the beach
But I could be anywhere when I'm playing the beat
I'm in a trance ′n′ travelling astrally
I see your lies unraveling actually
That's how it has to be
I write the track, hit like a bat with a spike attached
And now, you′re lost tryna find where your mind is at
I leave fools by the road with a sign attached

Will rap for food, that's amusing
I mess with your mind state, that′s abusive
Too many people are mass-producing
Pollution, man, it ain't actually music
Might think he′s arrogant, who's this?
Verb T, bitch, I'm the shit
I′m bitter and twisted at life a bit
And I′m still on the search tryna find my bliss


I feel worn down for real
What the fuck, hey God, I thought we had a deal
Man just chill, relax a bit
Take a deep breath, take a laxative
Then sit back like, "Ah, yeah, that's the shit"
Let your soul burn slow like a cancer stick
The anger is building up
That kills the buzz but let go, feel the rush (feel the rush)

I write rhymes, vape, I rhyme ′til the crops done
Never ask me why, it's elementary, my dear Watson
In this for life, quitting not an option
Fears hard to face like a fist from Charles Bronson
A full armed response at your Mums in abundance
Got you on that, "Oh, no, shit, you better dust son"
Somewhere sunny, where the monsters ain′t bumpin'
What′s on the radio, these days, it's dumb shit
Celebrities, do your exercise, don't run your lips

Before I bust up in the capital like Big Pun and punish it
Master with the vegetables like Worzel Gummidge is
Got my five a day from the skunk you′re all clockin′ kid
Red Cherry Berry and AK, I'm loving it
Memories are precious but missing that lost treasure is
Flying off the handle but still got a better grip


Good fucking evening
I′m steaming as always, glad you could drop by
Land of the hot pipes, pen pushing actors
Blindness and frostbite, cotch with the cavemen
Trapped with the pond life
I was just jammin', bright lights flashin′
All up in my eyes like a 'cid drop spashin′
If he says another word, I might slap him
'Cause his bars aren't truth and his tunes aren′t bangin′
But its bless

Pull the grenades in my cranium out of my mouth
It's the face of the radiant space age alien
Encased in an atrium, smash that glass
It′s the age of escapism, son

Hey chef take it and run
All star cast, pain in my lungs
Bleeding gums, Baxter, blade for a tongue
Skewer mans food and bathe in the crumbs
I'm done