Action Bronson - Yacht Rock (Side A) lyrics

[Intro] (Samples) Tad, slow down man! You gon' f**in' crash the Boat! I don't give a f**, it's my Dad's Boat I don't give a sh** You such an a**hole [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Start the engine, shift the throttle Open up the cooler, grab a bud By the neck of the Bottle I'm shirtless. We going Marlin fishin' Trying to capture all the creatures Charles Darwin envisioned Dive off the back, choke a Shark The shoes are made from Noah's Ark And plus the weed smell just like a Jewish fart Got this long, white dick to rip your boo apart Kick a hole right through the Van Gogh, ruin art I see a sandbar, drop the anchor Who really give a f** about this boat my Dad's a Banker Got some Asian s** slaves in the weight room Coke inside the sanka The all-white wind breakers It's Me (British Guy Sample) And down the Board There seems to be other bedrooms There are two twin rooms Such as this one.. It's a Lifestyle [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yeah, you got it, you got it! Reel it in! You got it! Call your bluff. Ford Tough The waters is rough The storm rock the boat I hope it's strong enough Steer the vessel. Successful Wet suit. Wheel in the Whale, tear the head loose Waterproof boots. Toss a couple slaves in a hairdo Stare at the waves from the aerial view Prepare the Animal It's written in the manual The flannel is blue. I'm a sailor Lord & Taylor. Import the fish from Venezuela Predict the weather Egyptian knits, sweaters, Carreras Sea Dwellers. Sweet relish These are the treasures I was pleased when my penis was measured It was leverage A rich beverage. Twist the hedges I fished in the crisp Chris Webbers Marc, n***a Yacht Rock Christopher Cross sh**, boss sh** (Sample) And if you think you can control the sea Like a 747, I'm afraid for you The sea is a wondrous, mysterious, dangerous lady She'll make you rich Or feed you to the fishes [Verse 3: Oh No] Uh. You headed for some rocky turbulence So, follow the flow and however the current is The Imperfectness. A perfect Storm, the weather My service is a serpent born, sitting Impervious Look, None shall pa** the Great Wave I'll crack your lame boat like Crab legs All because some damn rain Pfft. I'll hit the charts like a hurricane Ya'll decks ain't, never prepared They in a nervous state I hope y'all got a grip Your ship's hit a little glacier tip I'm on your CB talkin' sh**