Beach

Hey Ross, sauce it up

We kick back by the beach, your love its out of reach

They say practice what you preach, good times is all I seek

You call me weak, we don't even speak

Look at me, I make it so hard to breathe

You're always in between, you don't care that I got a dream

You say I didn't have it in me to keep going

Look at me, now I'm growing, I feel impatient

I'm getting tired of waiting

I don't give a shit that you're hating