[Ben Beal]
We got kush by the beach
Thinking life is but a dream
Skrrt, skrrt, on the concrete
It's 400 degrees, yeah
Kids from Maryland
Got these people scared of him
All them coming 'round so I'm guessing that kid impaired again
Used to be embarrassed, now I couldn't give a fuck less
Got the crew around
Roll a blunt to fucking suck-cess
Life is but a dream
We just tryna sit and drink like a fan up in the seats
Rolling phantoms through the streets
Like a ghost town
The only kid who goes on stage in a robe and who throws down
I'm still younger than your brother
At the show, thе floor is sold out
On the roller coaster sipping 40s
Chillin, blow loud
Wе meditating in the sands
Getting lost up in the waves
Doorbell ringing
Girl scout with the haze
Chillin everyday
Like an executive
It's Ben Beal
Yeah, the kid you weren't expecting, bitch