Relax - Abhi The Nomad, Harrison Sands

Interesting

I was literally like, «Am I going to do that or not?»

Then I was like, «I'm gonna do it»

Shit, how’s it go again?

On the first one I said, «I could be the one, one of one in a million»

Then I could be like, I contemplated that in the shower this morning

Nice

Aw shit, fuck that, I’ma be the one, one of one in a million

Aw shit, fuck that, I’ma be the one, one of one in a million

Yeah

Why you stressed out?

I got your back, I’ll get you high

You can let out more than just more what’s on your mind

What’s that head count?

(What?)

I bet that you got more than mine

Let that stress out, let that stress out

And you got me like, oh, wait, goddamn

I could be the one, one of one in a million

Ah shit, fuck that (Fuck)

I’ma be the one, one in a billion (Damn)

Let’s get it on

Give a fuck about opinions (Yeah!)

Never settle for the cinema

I’ma make you feel like you in the Caribbean

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Why you stressed out?

I got your back, I’ll get you high

You can let out more than just more what’s on your mind

What’s that head count?

(What?)

I bet that you got more than mine

Let that stress out, let that stress out

Slow down (Slow down)

Don’t bring your stress around me

I like coastal sound (Slow down)

Ocean breeze slowly surround me, I like

I like hands, all of my hands

And I like sand, all in my pants

Carry our bags, tags, stickers

Passport stamps, all around pick up

Take out dinner

Smoke a little Mary, we can bake out here

A steakhouse, or kill livers

Up a three champ sand in ya (Whoop)

Kemp hand, I’ma tent pitch

While we study beach glamp band on an island, yeah

Yeah this paradise, got me hypnotized

These drinks on ice, they sweat like they Beline

Yeah this paradise, is my only vice

Knock me down, first round just like a Tyson fight

Knock me down, knock me down, knock me down

Wanna get a little dirty?

Go ahead, suck 'em out, tie a rope

Hit the south, down and out

Oh my God, I’m a god

Gotta make money but I just forgot my job

It’s like man, this my jam

Shit see my all in my plan

It’s Harry Sands, playing on the band

Weird that we on the same wavelength stand

Baby, wait you’ll see

Why you stressed out?

I got your back, I’ll get you high

You can let out more than just more what’s on your mind

What’s that head count?

I bet that you got more than mine

Let that stress out, let that stress out

And you got me like, oh, wait, goddamn

I could be the one, one of one in a million

Ah shit, fuck that

I’ma be the one, one in a billion

Let’s get it on

Give a fuck about opinions

Never settle for the cinema

I’ma make you feel like you in the Caribbean