Coastal Feelings and Connections

I spend a lot of time just walking along the soft sand beneath my feet. Oh,

Major. And the water rushing to the shore. Looking ain`t nothing Major, jar,

hey, jar. I'm in your coast now. Hey,

I'm letting loose the composure. But I gotta go down. Baby girl, she so fine.

Baby girl, she so fragile. She petite, yeah, she conceit.

How she got that physique? She a bad one. In the coast I've been looking for.

I've been looking for this type of one. Now she telling me that she be the

one. I'm done. Done with the coasts, I've been dissed. And I believe I