Day At the Beach (feat. Fliptrix & Jam Baxter)

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