Staring at the moon from a hammock in a tree
Feel the breeze
Loving the shade from the leaves when I wake up
Write something to a beat
Inspiration makes the whole world freeze
No longer counting the days
I watch the sun fall asleep to the sound of the waves
A cloud shifts shape, my mind adapts
To make something out of nothing is how I find my raps
A week passes in a minute on the beach
So I watch time fly while I’m playing in the quick sand
The hotter the girls the harder to leave
And by the looks of it I’ll be here until I get tan
So kick back to this jam
As drum beats guide the hips of women
Costeños don’t need much to have fun
Just clean air and enough Aguila to swim in
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