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(chorus) I don't know why the sky is blue, I don't know why I write these tunes, But with a vibe like this I'ma climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you (Eso) Well how you doin bro? (Bliss) Sup man, chillin I'm cool, It's hot as hell I'm thinkin bout takin a dip in the pool (Eso) Fuckin oath, I'm bout to the beach and roll me a fatty and grab a case of that cold shit, you know where to catch me (Bliss) Welcome to the jungle by the beach where the sea sounds gorgeous, three night owls been cooking in their treehouse fortress with them fresh herbs, bet the whole pound got blazed, to escape that 9 to 5 perpetual Groundhog Day, we just glide of the runway, charge tracks like Farlaps, smellin of the steak when I step out on the tarmac, Letras de cancionesconvertable cruisers in a tropical summer, we don't have all the answers, but we got one another and these war myrtars have broken up my colder days on a piece of driftwood soaking up these solar rays, my god, this works to rebirth that old feeling my own theraputic version of the soul healing, my crib's cool, I chill and rhyme in my igloo my music mediterranian come dive in this big blue bohemian balcony, Bliss been bent with absinth I stroll through my life like a Jim Hensen labrinth, walk with me. (chorus) (Eso) Ayo i'm fresh out of the woodworks carving a masterpiece painting a paradise of audio archery the paper plane architect stoned on a houseboat, reporting live from my home in the south bro, turn up your televisions walk with me talk with me behold the elements palm trees and pelicans so climb cliffs when they place those bricks get up, hold your head up and don't take no shit coz today I aint got a worry in the world I'm that local scrub rollin shotty with my girl middle finger in the air like "throw a dog a bone" coz Macca aint an actor I'm a poet on a phone I'm a christmas fuckin carol, I'm a lonely night on the beach, I'm a simple - I'm a complex brother with motherfucking ADD (hook) I don't know why I roll like this I don't know why my soul exists And I don't know if I've told you this But you can bet your bottom dollar brother I'll be there for you (repeat) (chorus) (Thanks to Zac for these lyrics) From Letras Mania