Decided to flip my homie The Purist's track with Action Bronson into something a little more 'this side of the pond'. Its a little summery for this cold weather, but fuck it. I'm out of sync with the seasons - what can I say...
lyrics
School is out lazy wake up with no alarm
Cobalt colour sky the sun is rocking its golden garms
steady beat in this stolen heart hibernate the winter knew the cold'd pass
seems I'm getting older fast but there's life in this old dog yet and I'm about to get it on with my cold rock flex
new kicks out the box - fresh - the colour of colombia's favourite export
lets make the heads talk walk with me
a well travelled path to the promenade
stop in bars girls make you drop your glass
its a curse - or a blessing I'm guessing
when every female's in a state of undressing
the stuff of legend reclined on the rocks like my drink is
Santa Teresa attack the senses so relentless
its the only game where top players can stay winning from the benches
This summer love happened chilling on the beach front
Eye for the ladies I'm appreciating each one
that steals my heart and even if they're passing by
I take another sip of this liquor and bless the passing time
its some life staying southern and boozy the champagne bubbles like a jacuzzi in hands of floozies
looking like monica belluci while I stay John Belushi
On beaches from Brighton right round to Coogee
Tip a score like Fugees we ain't on some pauper shit
realise that I'm fortunate barmaid act like a sorceress
making time disappear like the Mayans did
the sun diving past the horizon upon my final sip
credits
released January 16, 2013
Production by The Purist
Vocals by Koaste
Recorded at Illwood Heights
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