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• Artiste: Spektor
• Titre: The Salt Life
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Wishin for the salt life, Beach side Gotta fly coach style in the morning back up to ny That’s where I got my crew That’s where I got my boo I told her “I wanna bring every grain of sand back to you” And the palm shade She could rock roller blades Short shorts bikini top summershine never stop Palm beach Where I went to grade school A’s for the ass that I got by the cool pool But its December And im 23 Strapped with the long johns- Astoria queens N train fuckin up Her nipple tips hard as fuck She hates the snow- snifflin’ bundled up Because we cant go to coney Rappers who don’t listen like to hate and say I’m phoney Said, “man you don’t live the pirates life” Check my i-tunes and tell me I don’t pirate right You didn’t see it comin- like assassination Spekta Possess ya The sleak assanata The one with the pocket full of the heads of hatas Crated shipped Teeth broken chipped My spit is for sweet teeth Areosal cool whip Thrift hits Kissed lips Bathing suit nip slips Multigrain flow like garden salsa sun chips Not a death rap But a bitch slap To any mc with the weak words spat The tar I burn is black Scraped from the bowl front to back These rhymes aint crack They hit like withdrawls Assassinated from behind in the bathroom stall