Washed Up On the Shore

This is war. War. We ride or not. Or not. This make you so shook that you soil your Drawers. You know right or wrong. We're taking it all. I break on your couch. Got nothing to say, shut your mouth. We're fucking up furniture, bombing this country. That's water to Hawaii, let's make this shit ours. And this is our house. Ain't nobody pushing us out. Now my brothers, let them come. They staying quiet, so fuck you, middle fingers Everywhere. Anyone can get it, ready to share. There's gold on those barrels. There's gold on those boats. You shooting us down. Don't want us to float. There's gold on those boards. There's gold washed up on the shore. There's gold washed up on the shore. Gold washed up on the shore. Your cameras don't capture it all. On forty characters ain't doing enough. So fuck what you heard. We bringing the doors to the turf. You see us enhancing your perks. We squeezing that teat 'til it ruptures and bursts. I guzzle that shit while I grab on my Nuts. I'm from a country called Earth. Hey. Gold washed up on the shore! Gold up on the shore. Gold washed up on the shore. Gold washed on the shore! Gold washed up on the shore. Gold washed up on the shore. Gold washed up on the shore. Gold washed up on the Shore. You see us enhancing your perks. We squeezing that teat 'til it ruptures and bursts. I guzzle that shit while I grab on my Nuts. I'm from a country called Earth. Hey, Hey, Hey, hey, hey, hey.