ocean prime

where we at with it?

we tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons

ocean prime with the caesar salad but the dressin' italian

had to break out the real scales

took a day to count it

plug out in st. thomas

from the virgin to the cayman islands

this yacht life is a blessin'

flip-flops and my nautica sweats

got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck

oyster perpets

flood the yacht with baguettes

submariner

what a sea-dweller

this is not a patek

pack got sent from overseas with a postcard

drownin' in sin

life's a beach

need a coast guard

great lakes to the coast

activate the alarm

now we dockin' the boat

big rope with the anchor charms

simply straight return

three-thousand miles away from home

middle of the ocean

had to cut the navigation on

nautica competition accomplished on my windbreakers

settin' sail

takin' dramamine

i get seasick

papa was a ladies' man

popeye was a sailor man

jewelry clearly canadian

diamonds water

aquarium

fish scale professional

we got that oil sheen

yeah

on the river tryna water wing me up a stingray

we got the same guns the navy got

why panic?

why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the titanic?

on a deserted island

plug tried to leave me stranded

i can't understand his ingles

he can't understand my spanish

big fish in a small pond full of guppies

like the bermuda triangle i can make you vanish

burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders

the chain a treasure chest

but my piece hit like watercolors.