Coastal / Hyperion Songtext
von Alexander Spit

I′m on my motherfucking coastal
Plotting on making my bank account look like my social
Psychedelic horizon reflecting off the old school
With all of the waves crashing with great passion I'm hopeful
And God is in a hopeful
Kelly is my gospel
I can read that sermon with a blindfold
You can feel that breeze of Pacifica through that drum roll

From the top of these headlands I watch the city crumble
While that breeze hits my mane and then I′m back into that jungle

I'll be gone in sixty when the city falls for top forty
I just hold it down, I treat the basement like the top story
I bring it back like the drop top Delore's
To the days of glory before all them photoshopped Ferraris

I′m dipping town with a rabbit foot by the car keys
With my deepest thoughts that I can stash between the margins
Yeah, I′m headed past the horizon like where are we
When mother nature breaks the rules of Darwin


I told her go tell her mama I said ha
I told her go tell her mama I said ha
I told her go tell her mama I said ha
Mother nature gave my shorty a body like good god
I told her go tell her mama I said ha
I told her go tell her mama I said ha
I told her go tell her mama I said ha
Mother nature gave my shorty a body like good god

Cruising high period, trying to get my mind right
Never mind the bullocks, they creeping on your blindside
Bikini Bettys yeah they tan before they swan dive
Booty make a player tear, spit'll make the song cry

Humming but no tracks, singing like I′m Aubrey
Finna cop a chain, it got me blinging like I'm godly
Breaded like a katsu, sipping on the sake
With unreleased Spitta beats skipping on my Walkman
Bombay staff in my Arnold Palm glass
Instead of talking all the jazz I′m just queuing up the brass
Like knuckles, tubas, fucking up your crew bruh
Like goons that leave them shells around your neck, no puka
I am fly, I don't spit what y′all people talk
Street smart gangster, endangered bald eagle rock

Fuck fame, I just hope we all eat a lot

Feel me? Yeah