Lil Beach
Song: Lil Beach
Artist: Kevin1100
Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy

Hook:
Oh, I got home up in that kingdom that you see/
Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/
Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/
That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/
Every day, like the sun out the sea/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/

Verse 1:
You see these haters looking salty, I just jump the surf and surf the wave/
Hang 10 niggas pictures, start the SkiTcha Hall of fame/
Right up off the office dolphins breaching, got to breathe again/
Cooking in the galley in the window I see seas on end/
Ride a wave, scuba dive deep, snorkel surfaces/
See shells, empty bodies without purposes/
Shorties laid out, but they’re burning, so they ain’t worth a shit/
I’m in too deep right where the sharks and the surfers is/
A perfect bitch my fantasy, won’t fall for mirage/
Build a whole sand castle to smoke out the garage/
See weed grows natural, oh how it sprout through the silt/
Send smoke signals to those that doubt how I do what I wilt/
Work with Poseidon, deciding to bring the tide in its still/
Plenty of fish so we fish, then we put fish on the grill/
Got loaves of bread and Texas Pete so that you know that it’s real/
Like Galilee, I help you see and keep your third eye peeled/
Hook:
Oh, I got home up in that kingdom that you see/
Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/
Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/
That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/
Every day, like the sun out the sea/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/

Verse 2:
Play basketball with my niggas, or take my girl on a date/
Work hard and ball on you niggas or just lay low and be great/
The world is telling me something, my girl is screaming my name/
Hop out the bed in Atlanta, speed on down twenty again/
Next thing you know, she fed up/
I’m ducking feds trying to stay up out of trouble stacking bread up/
Found my weapons, load the lead up/
Wrote them in a message, what you scared of?/
Prepared love beats last minute hate/
I’m in a class where to last your ass got to be great/
And I’m fantastic, not no passive pastor passing the plate/
Proactive practice like professional in perfectional state/
With a reticle for a third eye, I spit dead in your face/
Breathing life into mics, of all types saying grace/
In the kitchen Skitcha on a mission, dishes get made/
In pots and pans I be whipping and I’m straight with the blade/
I cut you off with my tongue, then wipe the blood off my face/
Hate how it tastes, but/
Hook:
I got home up in that kingdom that you see/
Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/
Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/
That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/
Every day, like the sun out the sea/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/
Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/