I wanna be born, don’t wanna be anything
I got dangerous memory, got memory
I wanna be the best, bet all the dreams are entitled to be blessed
Bet on my mother and her hundred daily blessings all the time
I wanna go to em all, yeah, cause life’s a beach
I’m outta reach
I’m so out of reach, yeah life’s a beach
I locked my key in the car again
Fucked anyway they need
Always wecure my imagination
Running away with me
When your actions acting up
Feels like the lam, we turning up
I make a living too much, I think I'd try and die
A little over
Yeah cause life’s so wild
Man I could give a little rest
I’ve been up and down so long
Guess I’m moving, moving along
I’ve been a wrong display of my life
Don’t never try and wilt this life
I'm so outta reach
Life’s a Beach was written by Kurt Vile.