I could care less,
once the sun’, above me,
or,
a few,
models,
under me,
orgy,
I keep it O.G.
SGIO,
under the tree,
with my feet up,
blowing fricka-fresh like Freebze,
you,
know,
my steeze,
lemonade cup,
sup,
on the text,
lead to her begin stuck on tip,
no T.I.
the information,
of-my-location,
remain private like the island,
of the cabbage oops,
and,
she don’t
carry baggage,
unless,
that’s what,
you call the Loui purse,
looking like luggage, laying on the lounge chair.
the message in the bottle got us both tipsy now,
I told her,
that I’m,
drunk off her love, shout-out,
I’m getting a,
massage in the sand, from a ten and I don’t need a tan,
let me break it down,
I’m looking like her boyfriend but I’m not,
she’s hot but so what,
the last were to,
that’s two,
three,
but,
it’s only one of me man.
I said,
I’m getting a,
massage in the sand, from a ten and I don’t need a tan,
let me break it down,
I’m looking like her boyfriend but I’m not,
she’s hot but so what,
the last were to,
that’s two,
three,
but,
only one of me man.
I living life like non-stop vacation
YachtLife is simply amazing.
[Hook:]
Amazing
(Repeat)
[Verse 2:]
And,
I could do this all day,
stumbling back to the whip,
not,
giving a sh*t
but,
being responsible at the same time,
she called her home girl to come scope us up,
shake the sand off the mat,
pushed the button on the elevator,
to speed it all up,
they hit the play button on that Juvy slow, motion for me,
two caramel,
chicks dancing on the coffee colored table,
with my drink on it.
with my feet up,
after supper,
the kind a sh*t you do when your last name Tucker’s,
if my,
music isn’t on,
I’m listing to Dub-step looking for new ways to get these rap dollars,
fast forward a bit,
wake up in the morning to the sunrise,
killer shit lingered in the air,
with some silky hair,
laying on my chest,
something you are not used to,
but that my dude,
is,
a-ma-zing!
[Hook:]
Amazing
(Repeat)
[Verse 3:]
I feel asleep at my desk,
and,
I woke up in my dream,
to the,
whole crowd screaming,
Amazing! (repeat)
and,
they let em know it’s D. Tucker mother-f*cker
they threw them YachtLife’s up,
like,
they’re bulimic,
you name it I bought it,
the a/c kicked in,
I’m tripping,
I woke up,
it must be,
cause,
the high dreams,
but they don’t want us see it man,
so I diss them,
f*ck their system,
I do it how I want,
I’m drinking from the lemonade bottle, like one of my role models,
and I’m sitting on the couch,
watching TED.com
getting a head,
while I’m getting head,
now that’s game,
even if I gave you all the cheat codes you all couldn’t beat it,
Jerk offs!
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