Palm Trees, Sunshine & The Sand Lyrics - Property Of Potentness - Jae Millz

I mean, this is really like some other type shit 

If you don't follow me you gon' get lost 

But that ain't my fault 

Fuck tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents 

Where I'm from niggas tryna make a brick outta 15 nicks 

But the streets gettin' funny like Dan Aykroyd 

And them numbers? giving out got me paranoid 

I thank Tune for taking me on the road 

Cause my outcome in the hood would've been only Lord knows 

On the block all niggas care about is sports and clothes 

A lot of fights break out, but they mostly be over hoes 

I'm good on that, so good on that 

When people call me with hood gossip I say "I'll call you back" 

And never call em back 

I'm with a freak, enjoying, calling cabs 

Bought to take her home, smash, call a cab 

Nothin' but the best in my Dutch Master 

She on that miley, gettin trippy screamin' "Fuck me faster" 

Until you live it, you'll never understand 

The significance of palm trees, sunshine, and the sand 

I'm just enjoyin' my life 

Thankful for my days, grateful for my nights 

And baby since I heard time wait for no man 

I'm tryna make it to the palm trees, sunshine, and the sand 

It ain't nothin' like palm trees, sunshine, and the sand 

Said it ain't nothin' like palm trees, sunshine, and the sand 

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Uh, I used to dream 'bout it 

Staircase, passin blunts, tellin' my team 'bout it 

Now divas know me, pussy I beat the cream out it 

Walk in the club and make a full blown scene out it 

Yeah it's amazing, and I'm feelin' like Steven Millz-berg 

Nah, I don't drink 'n drive, but I still swerve 

Bucketload, like fuck it though 

They hate to hear me talk my shit, the bad bitches love it though. (haha) 

It's only right I celebrate my escape 

You would too if you grew up with panel walls and fire 'scapes 

Why shouldn't I feel like I'm the shit 

Pull up to my brip, hop out my whip and valley like it's The Ritz 

Shinnin', hurtin' 'em, competition I murdered 'em 

My weed blew dreams, side chick Kate? 

My hustle on a million, my mind on my plan 

And that's to maintain these palm trees, sunshine, and the sand 

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