Tad, slow down man!
You gon' fuckin' crash the boat!
I don't give a fuck, it's my dad's boat
I don't give a shit
You such an asshole
Start the engine, shift the throttle
Open up the cooler, grab a bud
By the neck of the bottle
I'm shirtless, we going marlin fishin'
Trying to capture all the creatures charles darwin envisioned
Dive off the back, choke a shark
The shoes are made from noah's ark
And plus the weed smell just like a jewish fart
Got this long, white dick to rip your boo apart
Kick a hole right through the van gogh, ruin art
I see a sandbar, drop the anchor
Who really give a fuck about this boat my dad's a banker
Got some asian sex slaves in the weight room
Coke inside the sanka
The all-white wind breakers
It's me
And down the board
There seems to be other bedrooms
There are two twin rooms
Such as this one
It's a lifestyle
Yeah, you got it, you got it!
Reel it in! You got it!
Call your bluff, ford tough
The waters is rough
The storm rock the boat
I hope it's strong enough
Steer the vessel, successful
Wet suit, wheel in the whale, tear the head loose
Waterproof boots, toss a couple slaves in a hairdo
Stare at the waves from the aerial view
Prepare the animal
It's written in the manual
The flannel is blue, I'm a sailor
Lord & taylor, import the fish from Venezuela
Predict the weather
Egyptian knits, sweaters, carreras
Sea dwellers, sweet relish
These are the treasures
I was pleased when my penis was measured
It was leverage
A rich beverage, twist the hedges
I fished in the crisp chris webbers
Marc, nigga
Yacht rock
Christopher cross shit, boss shit
And if you think you can control the sea
Like a 747, I'm afraid for you
The sea is a wondrous, mysterious, dangerous lady
She'll make you rich
Or feed you to the fishes
Uh, you headed for some rocky turbulence
So, follow the flow and however the current is
The imperfectness, a perfect storm, the weather
My service is a serpent born, sitting impervious
Look, none shall pass the great wave
I'll crack your lame boat like crab legs
All because some damn rain
Pfft, I'll hit the charts like a hurricane
Ya'll decks ain't, never prepared
They in a nervous state
I hope y'all got a grip
Your ship's hit a little glacier tip
I'm on your cb talkin' shit
