Patrick’s Black Again

Eight bars. Partrick's back. Back again. Caught up late

but we back again. Partrick's back. Back again. Four man crew,

never lacking them. Partrick's back. Back again. It's all e hit when the

night rolls in. Partrick's back. Back again. Texas Coast, yeah,

we back again. Verse one tight. Bouncy. 16 bars. Truck on the

sand, doors still swinging mad. Rusty laid out, straight sleeping and

dreaming. Snoring through waves like nature's a lullaby. Missed three bites,

still says I almost had mine. Nathan in flip-flops, zero traction. Claims they help