
sauced in the sand - brocko lyrics
[intro]
—do a song, or uh* a piece of music
that’s just a pure expression of* uh, joy— (—joy—)
[verse: brocko]
july 4th, movin’ real different from the north
sand up in my soles, b*tch, i’m dealin’ with the warmth
cookin’ from the soul, we outside where there’s sun
keep a sack wit’ you, we just [?]
[?], but we drunk on the beach
sauce in the sand, we ain’t got nowhere to be
locals want my number, we just here for the week
hit ’em in a month, [?]
skin wrinkly, sittin’ in that mo’f*ckin’ heat
i distinctly think about the days in my suite
talkin’ briefly, with that old couple in the lobby
next to me*e, last name wane, no bruce
talkin’ dc (see what i’m tellin’ you), no b.c
hit you with that scotch on the rocks, it’s a freebie
got a bad b*tch on my c*ck, talkin’ weekly
fine dine ho, she won’t eat if it’s too cheap
[outro]
oh, i don’t know
would you like to think about it for a second?
oh, not really, ha—
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