ForeignLands

Twisting up the dope, watching water hit the sand
Billing ten grand for a night in foreign lands
Sun 'bout to set, stones on my hands
Glowing like the moon, watching palm trees dance
You dwelling on the past, we toast it to the present
Used to scrap cans, now we rap for a living
Black diamonds glisten, listen to the breeze
Blowing off the coast, my lil brother in my dream

Blunt in my left, thinking 'bout my death
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, well)
Flask in my right, sipping, thinking 'bout my life
(Yeah, yeah, wait, wait)
Blunt in my left, thinking 'bout my death
(No, wait, wait, wait)
Flask in my right, sipping, thinking 'bout my life
(Wait, huh, yeah, SESH, BONES)