Toes in the Pacific Ocean
Hoping for another cup of cold mimosas
Life's wavy I'm just floating
Toast to the chrome, toast to holders
Strap on they shoulders
Weight of the world might push them over
But never push me over the edge
I'm impressed by a dialect with an intellect
Not a subject to the same subjects actin suspect
They told me Spinz you got next
Nah little man I got respect
I got it from the gods, I got it from my peers
I got it from about 7 thousand miles from here
Stages and places were they don't speak a no English
Conversations over an Adriatic sunset in Croatia
Vino in my glass yeah, we just picked the grapes
Break bread on the table we just feast with the greats
Make no mistake I can learn from mine
Revise the idea, make millions on the out come
Survival or you thrive in hell, dangers of the parallels
Most that wished my downfall see me here and I'm alive and well
Raised from the silt never showered in the silk
Raised on food stamps government cheese and powdered milk
A long way from gourmet, spraying stages in Marseille
Or in Bordeaux with steak filets paired with cabernet
Supposed to represent another breath from where the sun sets
The vocal tones when it's spoken in the coastal dialect
The savage travelers, autographs and cameras
Rap extravaganza no slander or propaganda
The clock is ticking like its seconds on a Seiko
Euros to the Pesos made from saints without the halos
We out for cake though and split percentages
Cigars and tinted windows when I'm spiting this rare vintage
Scars are camouflaging mirages in the land of palms
Its au revoir ya'll cause most don't make it this far