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)