Sauced In The Sand

[Intro]
—do a song, or uh- a piece of music
That's just a pure expression of- uh, joy— (—Joy—)

[Verse: Brocko]
July 4th, movin' real different from the north
Sand up in my soles, bitch, I'm dealin' with the warmth
Cookin' from the soul, we outside where there's sun
Keep a sack wit' you, we just [?]
[?], but we drunk on the beach
Sauce in the sand, we ain't got nowhere to be
Locals want my number, we just here for the week
Hit 'em in a month, [?]
Skin wrinkly, sittin' in that mo'fuckin' heat
I distinctly think about the days in my suite
Talkin' briefly, with that old couple in the lobby
Next to me-e, last name wane, no Bruce
Talkin' DC (See what I'm tellin' you), no B.C
Hit you with that scotch on the rocks, it's a freebie
Got a bad bitch on my cock, talkin' weekly
Fine dine ho, she won't eat if it's too cheap

[Outro]
Oh, I don't know
Would you like to think about it for a second?
Oh, not really, ha—