Boldy James, The Alchemist - Ocean Prime lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist - Ocean Prime lyrics]
Where we at with it?
We tuna melt all of the
Smelts and fillet the salmons (What else?)
Ocean prime with the Caesar salad
But the dressin' Italian
Had to break out the real scales
Took a day to count it (Uh, huh)
Plug out in St thomas
From the Virgin to the Cayman Islands
This yacht life is a blessin'
Flip-flops and my Nautica sweats
Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck
Oyster Perpets
Flood the yacht with baguettes
Submariner, what a sea-dweller
This is not a Patek
Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard
Drownin' in sin, life's a beach
Need a coast guard
Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm
Now we dockin' the boat
Big rope with the anchor charms
Simply straight return
Three-thousand miles away from home
Middle of the ocean
Had to cut the navigation on
Nautica Competition accomplished on
My windbreakers
Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick
Papa was a ladies' man
Popeye was a sailor man
Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water
Aquarium fish scale professional, we got
That oil sheen, yeah
On the river tryna water wing
Me up a stingray
We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic?
Why these loose lips sinkin'
Ships like the Titanic?
On a deserted island
Plug tried to leave me stranded
I can't understand his Inglés
He can't understand my Spanish
Big fish in a small pond full of guppies
Like The Bermuda Triangle I
Can make you vanish
Burnin' exotic coral reefer with
All my blooders the chain a treasure chest
But my piece hit like watercolors
They don't wanna see you die
We tuna melt all of the
Smelts and fillet the salmons (What else?)
Ocean prime with the Caesar salad
But the dressin' Italian
Had to break out the real scales
Took a day to count it (Uh, huh)
Plug out in St thomas
From the Virgin to the Cayman Islands
This yacht life is a blessin'
Flip-flops and my Nautica sweats
Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck
Oyster Perpets
Flood the yacht with baguettes
Submariner, what a sea-dweller
This is not a Patek
Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard
Drownin' in sin, life's a beach
Need a coast guard
Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm
Now we dockin' the boat
Big rope with the anchor charms
Simply straight return
Three-thousand miles away from home
Middle of the ocean
Had to cut the navigation on
Nautica Competition accomplished on
My windbreakers
Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick
Papa was a ladies' man
Popeye was a sailor man
Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water
Aquarium fish scale professional, we got
That oil sheen, yeah
On the river tryna water wing
Me up a stingray
We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic?
Why these loose lips sinkin'
Ships like the Titanic?
On a deserted island
Plug tried to leave me stranded
I can't understand his Inglés
He can't understand my Spanish
Big fish in a small pond full of guppies
Like The Bermuda Triangle I
Can make you vanish
Burnin' exotic coral reefer with
All my blooders the chain a treasure chest
But my piece hit like watercolors
They don't wanna see you die