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da beach


just want to put my feet in the water
I don’t need to be baptized
I just want to put my size
Fifteen in the water
The sunset only comes at dusk
It don’t care whether u smell like musk
Whether you’re funky or fresh or
Whether you’re fresh to death
It’s there for u to enjoy
Where girls can kiss those boys
And play wit beach toys
Where the least athletic people can have fun
N u feel like u won
Cause of the beams of the sun
Just shines on you or may be your little one
Yes I’m king of the world
Maybe not of the world
But just the sand castle
N the war against the water it didn’t win
The enemy came up
N slept it away like the wind
The beautiful people
Half naked.
Lay n the sun half bakin
They all interact wit one another
From brotha to brotha
To sista from sista
Splash! Splash!
Throw n water on one anotha
It sounds so fun
Just playin n the sun
Da beach is the place to go.
At least I think so.

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