D.O.T.B Lyrics

Dead on the beach, feet in the sand

You hate to admit when her shit go to plan

They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten

It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand

They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends

Ask me later when she with me again

No pass around she look good in my hand

Yellow bone she a ten out of ten, aye

Look, used to be happy but now I'm ecstatic

All praise to God, no need for dramatics

Her love, hella passion, no need for dramatics

Used to be happy but now I'm ecstatic

All praise to God, no need for dramatics

Her love, hella passion, no need for dramatics

Dead on the beach, feet in the sand

You hate to admit when her shit go to plan

They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten

It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand

They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends

Ask me later when she with me again

No pass around she look good in my hand

Yellow bone she a ten out of ten, aye

Ten out of ten

We out all night till we get them looks and we fall back on our plans

The circle small ain't no need for new friends

Time is ticking need them chords to come in

Flow is tripping so my price on demand

Table round so we all in command

Whip is loud so you know what I'm in

Whip is loud so you know what I'm

I'm Dead on the beach, my feet in the sand

You hate to admit when her shit go to plan

They prayed on the fall, now I'm with a ten

It's crazy how love smack the grip out your hand

They ask if I'm happy, that shit just depends

Ask me later when she with me again

No pass around she look good in my hand

Yellow bone she a ten out of ten