Waiting in the water and the tide began to creep
before I knew it,
I had flew and it started to get deep
head and shoulders under,
watched my eyes burn till I weep
didn't know that I could swim,
but I learned in quantum leaps
it's like you got it on a tip-top of your nose
the * you in ain't turnin' out,
smellin' like a rope
this * ain't funny,
but you take it like a joke
you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke, the deep-sit backstroke
you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke, the deep-sit backstroke
you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
swim, motherfucker, swim or sink into the sea
I tried to try to ride her,
but it takes too much energy
doggy paddling in the duty,
got me blinking off the fleece
you're in deep-sit,
doo-doo,
the backstroke,
like you're floating in the breeze
it's like you got it on a tip-top of your
nose the * you in ain't turnin' out,
smellin' like a rope
this * ain't funny,
but you take it like a joke you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke,
the deep-sit backstroke you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
the * you're in ain't over,
but there's no permanence of state
that stinking feeling's got you reeling,
thinking it's too late
up the nerve,
and your learning curve,
and manifest your fate
it's stinking,
but you're not stinking in this * that don't smell so great
the deep-sit backstroke,
the deep-sit backstroke you burn your tongue,
you drool through the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke, the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke, the deep-sit backstroke
the deep-sit backstroke, the deep-sit backstroke
the –
the
Beach plicasto.