Surfs Up by Kaz (Producer) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Alex Vince]
Pardon me mamacita but I just seen you from across the room
Thinking me and you could hit the sand dunes
Or chill at my place
And hear the right tunes
The sun on your face
The salt on our lips
We dive through the waves
Got sand on your hips
I could wash it off if you wanna
Anything goes when it's summer
I just want to take it slow right now
I don't have nowhere to go right now
I don't got no place to be at
Done with the hype need a decaf
I made a boat we could sail on the sea and
Take to an island with just you and me
Im hella anxious 'round the melodrama
Need some mamajuana and some vitamin C
Cause honestly
I never been to Los Angeles (nah)
I get too scared of the cameras (whoa)
Imma just stay in Miami so
I don't called over glamorous
There ain't no beaches as pretty as you
There ain't no beaches that have what you do
But there ain't nothing that's as beautiful
As you at the beach sipping Curacao
Not a tourist town
I'm tryna swim but not tryna drown
Let's build a boat and then we'll burn it down
I been beach bumming since the sun was out
We could slow it down
We should slow it down
[Verse 2: FLANNEL ALBERT]
Someone take me to Los Angeles
Sign a label to a deal
Got instrumental from Will
Ready a house and some bitches up in Hidden Hills
Oh I never settle for less
It’s an agreement I guess, I know
She just want me for the fame, I just want her for the sex
Bad bitch wanna flex on all of her friends
She look like the girl from Havana
They call me the Wanda
She a cold one I am flannel put it on ya
Outta their room and their nose itch
Got another set of motives
Underrate me til my rate jump
Imma show them where the door is
I’ve no fucks when I’m in a mode
In my not so humble abode
Ill will from behind where they stay
I like them bohemian clothes
Girls gon’ see my girl and scream goals
And say that they fuck with aok just to meet me
Dudes’ll say that I’m always reachin’
With the same chicks that tore them to pieces
Yeah
Talk shit call it even yeah
Do nothing get heated yeah
Flanz the rapper is a demon yeah
You can find me on the beaches
After I beat ya head in
Trade in your bars for a 50 pack of excedrin
I blew the sign off the dead end, can’t wait
[Verse 3: Alex Vince]
I blew that shit off my mind
I took it out on the wave
I rode it back to the shore
Found myself along the way
I don't know what else to say
They told me not to do this
They don't like when I'm myself
But they love hearing me sing like
(You ever been cliff diving?
It's so fun, you're mad high up so it's scary at first... )
But then I jumped right in
And it felt so good
Water on my skin
And I hopped back out
Me and all my friends (yeah)
I don't wanna think about work
I don't wanna think about life
I just wanna live in the moment
Imma go surf
Imma fall right down
Imma get back up
If I fall in love
It'll be with the beach
Keep the sun on my face
Keep the board on my feet
With the ocean beneath
Let the fishes swim
Let the fishes swim
[Outro: Alex Vince]
I think Imma surf
Until my mind is free
Until my mind is free
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Pardon me mamacita but I just seen you from across the room
Thinking me and you could hit the sand dunes
Or chill at my place
And hear the right tunes
The sun on your face
The salt on our lips
We dive through the waves
Got sand on your hips
I could wash it off if you wanna
Anything goes when it's summer
I just want to take it slow right now
I don't have nowhere to go right now
I don't got no place to be at
Done with the hype need a decaf
I made a boat we could sail on the sea and
Take to an island with just you and me
Im hella anxious 'round the melodrama
Need some mamajuana and some vitamin C
Cause honestly
I never been to Los Angeles (nah)
I get too scared of the cameras (whoa)
Imma just stay in Miami so
I don't called over glamorous
There ain't no beaches as pretty as you
There ain't no beaches that have what you do
But there ain't nothing that's as beautiful
As you at the beach sipping Curacao
Not a tourist town
I'm tryna swim but not tryna drown
Let's build a boat and then we'll burn it down
I been beach bumming since the sun was out
We could slow it down
We should slow it down
[Verse 2: FLANNEL ALBERT]
Someone take me to Los Angeles
Sign a label to a deal
Got instrumental from Will
Ready a house and some bitches up in Hidden Hills
Oh I never settle for less
It’s an agreement I guess, I know
She just want me for the fame, I just want her for the sex
Bad bitch wanna flex on all of her friends
She look like the girl from Havana
They call me the Wanda
She a cold one I am flannel put it on ya
Outta their room and their nose itch
Got another set of motives
Underrate me til my rate jump
Imma show them where the door is
I’ve no fucks when I’m in a mode
In my not so humble abode
Ill will from behind where they stay
I like them bohemian clothes
Girls gon’ see my girl and scream goals
And say that they fuck with aok just to meet me
Dudes’ll say that I’m always reachin’
With the same chicks that tore them to pieces
Yeah
Talk shit call it even yeah
Do nothing get heated yeah
Flanz the rapper is a demon yeah
You can find me on the beaches
After I beat ya head in
Trade in your bars for a 50 pack of excedrin
I blew the sign off the dead end, can’t wait
[Verse 3: Alex Vince]
I blew that shit off my mind
I took it out on the wave
I rode it back to the shore
Found myself along the way
I don't know what else to say
They told me not to do this
They don't like when I'm myself
But they love hearing me sing like
(You ever been cliff diving?
It's so fun, you're mad high up so it's scary at first... )
But then I jumped right in
And it felt so good
Water on my skin
And I hopped back out
Me and all my friends (yeah)
I don't wanna think about work
I don't wanna think about life
I just wanna live in the moment
Imma go surf
Imma fall right down
Imma get back up
If I fall in love
It'll be with the beach
Keep the sun on my face
Keep the board on my feet
With the ocean beneath
Let the fishes swim
Let the fishes swim
[Outro: Alex Vince]
I think Imma surf
Until my mind is free
Until my mind is free
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah