Let my phone die because I’m finally alive

I found the love of my life, but she doesn’t know it yet

I haven’t worn a shirt or shoes in a week

Haven’t used a towel, dry off from the heat

My best friend is a star and I’m in the clouds

The sand is pink, and that’s no conspiracy 

Corona, 1942 and Pure White Hennessy 

You can only get it in the homeland

Send a pic to my mother and she finally understands 

Why I’m never coming home

Well I’m home now, but I’m never going back to what I used to see

I’m never returning back to who I used to be

Tell my big homies what I’m up to and hopefully they’re proud of me

Tell my boys I’m in heaven

Shooting stars like Mac 11s

My lady’s undressing, what a work of art

I’m still getting used to driving on the right side of my car
Here we say “Mon”, not “Man”

No jam packed free ways

Bonfire is my freebase

And all my bad memories have been erased 

Your friend doesn’t talk that much

Yeah he’s got some wild shit going on in his mind

Dreams that he can’t quite define 

The boys are going to snatch more firewood

But our ladies light up the night

Oh what a feeling

I’m bad with names but I’m good with vibes

Oh what a time

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