It's Simple man, doing what I can
Living like everyone wants to do compared to a simple man
Well it all depends
Can you really do the same thing as he can
Cause he's a simple man, you live extravagant
And when it all ends what was worth it my friend
It could be simple man, wash away your sins
And this where the start of your forever begins
Taste like a magarita, Long Island, sangria
Blowing white owls, backwood, swisher sweeter
Easy Sundays to The Lord that we pray
Overall I'm cool with a raw paper jay
Spend the whole week soaking up uv rays
With that it only takes 3 months for the tree to re up
Meanwhile, smoking weed out of Los Angeles, I ain't there
Apologize can't say where, but wishing that you where here
Wrote that on a post card, knowing it'll go far to a sea shore in Brazil or neighborhood off of Crenshaw
Thanks to the web I know helleva lot of people
Peace to my folk overseas and on the east coast
Midwest, dirty south, cross the boarder, on the water
Whoever with the bombest cooking ima place an order
Fish my favorite dish, your chicken is kickin if fingers I'm licking
Whatever's on the menu, really I ain't picky ima
Ask yourself, if I won the lottery
That's a lot of cheese all for me I would probably
Cop an island, diamonds and sand got it all sparkling implant like half the land with the finest strands
Solar panel channeled to the studio cabana
Getting so high talking animals like Madagascar
For inspiration, taking a mini vacation to the other location where I be blazing
That sun dried country side pakalolo bruh
Only locals allowed, to the farmers market of loud
Five finger discount for my OG pound
Couple of miles up the mount got a dabbing lounge
Meanwhile, a little later at a wine tasting
Thizz facing caught a whiff, grapes taste amazing
Sippin white, green & red with the ederly
Genuinely they enjoy my company
Like ever since I bought the land it's flourishing
I tell em, this was all apart of Jahs plan
Before we blessed the burning sage we said ahmen
Got so high that day came back to reality
I don't even need all that money
Let's be honest, known for cruising low speeds, smoke weed, bbqs, vans shoes, white tees, in and out of my hood up to no good tryna dodge a felony
All a nigga really need is time to make a melody
I've been sick and tired of living life not how it's suppose to be
Inevitably, Spend most my cash upon grass
I'd be damned if I went out with no sack
credits
from Pacifico,
released August 28, 2015
Prod. Jan Swift