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Beach Ballin' (feat. blackbear)
Yung Pinch
Oh, woah (Ooh, yeah-ha-ha)
Beach Boy in this ho
Somethin' 'bout ridin' through the city (Ridin' through the city)
Somethin' 'bout bein' by myself (Bein' by myself)
I should be okay on my own (Okay on my own)
I just wanna be alone (Alone, yeah)
Somethin' 'bout ridin' through the city with yo' hand in the breeze
Somethin' 'bout bein' by myself, wish everybody would leave
I should be okay on my own, don't have to worry 'bout me
I just wanna be alone and I don't wanna say please (Yeah)
Sometimes I think that there's nobody in the world that gets me
Oh, no-oh, oh
I could tell you how I feel but then you won't forget me
Oh, no-oh, oh
Yeah, then I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'd be all in
And she fallin' for me, for me (Oh-oh)
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me (Uh, uh), for me (Yeah, yeah)
I worked for Bentleys, cribs and diamonds, everything that you see
I should be chillin' with a bad one somewhere out by the beach
She doesn't smoke, but she know how to roll a fatty indeed
I lost a lotta fuckin' homies in 2018
I should be dead, thank God for rehab, I don't wanna OD
I died at 27 years, came back to life, OMG
I should be workin' nine-to-five in my hometown by the sea
I dropped out, made all of these M's and now I'm living my dreams
Yeah, then I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me, for me (For me)
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me, yeah
Somethin' 'bout driving out the city 'til the end of the road
Somethin' 'bout taking everything about as far as it goes
Somethin' 'bout knowing I'm the best one out the city to blow
I should be way more fuckin' cocky but that's not how I roll
I could be with the girl that want me but she want me for dough, yeah (She want me for dough)
She got a heart made of gold (She got a heart made of gold)
I could be anywhere but here and, baby, that's just a warning
And I be hearin' what you sayin', but the language is foreign, it's foreign
Like the whip, yeah, it's foreign
Somebody yelling at me when I wake in the morning (When I wake in the morning)
Was always something I did, was never something important, yeah (Important)
Was never something important
Yeah, then I'd be all in
Yeah, I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me, for me
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me (Blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah)
Blah, la-di-da-di-da
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da
compositores: Blake Sandoval, Matthew Tyler Musto
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Beach Boy in this ho
Somethin' 'bout ridin' through the city (Ridin' through the city)
Somethin' 'bout bein' by myself (Bein' by myself)
I should be okay on my own (Okay on my own)
I just wanna be alone (Alone, yeah)
Somethin' 'bout ridin' through the city with yo' hand in the breeze
Somethin' 'bout bein' by myself, wish everybody would leave
I should be okay on my own, don't have to worry 'bout me
I just wanna be alone and I don't wanna say please (Yeah)
Sometimes I think that there's nobody in the world that gets me
Oh, no-oh, oh
I could tell you how I feel but then you won't forget me
Oh, no-oh, oh
Yeah, then I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'd be all in
And she fallin' for me, for me (Oh-oh)
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me (Uh, uh), for me (Yeah, yeah)
I worked for Bentleys, cribs and diamonds, everything that you see
I should be chillin' with a bad one somewhere out by the beach
She doesn't smoke, but she know how to roll a fatty indeed
I lost a lotta fuckin' homies in 2018
I should be dead, thank God for rehab, I don't wanna OD
I died at 27 years, came back to life, OMG
I should be workin' nine-to-five in my hometown by the sea
I dropped out, made all of these M's and now I'm living my dreams
Yeah, then I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me, for me (For me)
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me, yeah
Somethin' 'bout driving out the city 'til the end of the road
Somethin' 'bout taking everything about as far as it goes
Somethin' 'bout knowing I'm the best one out the city to blow
I should be way more fuckin' cocky but that's not how I roll
I could be with the girl that want me but she want me for dough, yeah (She want me for dough)
She got a heart made of gold (She got a heart made of gold)
I could be anywhere but here and, baby, that's just a warning
And I be hearin' what you sayin', but the language is foreign, it's foreign
Like the whip, yeah, it's foreign
Somebody yelling at me when I wake in the morning (When I wake in the morning)
Was always something I did, was never something important, yeah (Important)
Was never something important
Yeah, then I'd be all in
Yeah, I'd be all in (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
And she fallin' for me, for me
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me (Blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah)
Blah, la-di-da-di-da
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da, that's a whole lotta blah
Blah, la-di-da-di-da, yeah
Blah, blah, la-di-da-di-da
compositores: Blake Sandoval, Matthew Tyler Musto
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