High by the Beach

Read Chris Webby's Explanation of "High by the Beach"

[Intro]

Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat

Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach

Get high by the beach, get high by the beach

All we wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high

Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high

[Verse 1]

Maybe it's because I'm selfish, I'm sorry but I can't help it

Cause I'm smoking by the coast and all my worries are neglected

For the moment for a second I'm not tweeting I'm not texting

I'm not calling, I'm not checking so don't bother with leaving a message

I'm not stressing in the least bit 'cos we just let that smoke fly

And I'm living it how I see fit from the sunrise to low tide

I'm so high don't know why my seat belt still on

I've been parked for 40 minutes, yo, damn this weed is strong

See I roll up and give it the flame

Now all of my windows are fogged out

This chronic pumping through my veins

Now all of my worries are crossed out

And I'm gone now like I'm Lana

High by the beach with marijuana

No road map, no ways out, no drama, nada

[Chorus]

All I wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high by the beach, get high, (X4)

[Verse 2]

Karma's a bitch and life's a beach

Ain't shit sweet, the bottom is deep

The undertow is strong so watch your feet

Don't get carried away by the sea

Submerged under water by Davy Jones' Locker

With shellfish and lobsters and ancient sea monsters

From starboard to port, to weed back on shore

No life jackets needed, my ship stay on course

From Venice to Montauk, and way back to Norwalk

We spark up and then we get high

And you know that I be puffing as much as I can

Hit it and pass it then do it again

Tapping a blunt in my hand

Leaving this ash all over the sand

Don't need me a plan

Don't need me a schedule

'Cos I got medical indica edibles, feeling incredible

Fuck all the chemicals (up in the clouds,)

Extraterrestrial (hearing me now?)

Clear, now ready your ears

Bury your burden, and steady your chairs

No lifeguard on duty, you better beware

The current is currently pulling you where

You pass your pass now pass the swisher

Ask the captain, ask the skipper

Get your scuba mask and grab the flippers

Bitches

[Chorus]

All I wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high by the beach, get high, (X4)

[Outro]

Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat

'Cos all we wanna do is get high by beach

Get high by the beach, get high by the beach

All we wanna do is get high by the beach