While Your Feet Are on the Sand (feat. Roco) Video (MV)

Little minds, white stuff
One more song, that's enough
We're working on a new ride
Hello, mellow fellow
Flip that same old beat
While your teeth are going yellow
Hey, what you doing? Hey what you doing?
F*ckin' with the 90's vibe
With the rude crowd on psilocybin
Everyone likes it
Sphongle on the stereo, mix the juice and micro-dose
And understand, while your feet are on the sand
Understand, while your feet are on the sand

Tired of verbs, trying for words
Try and observe
If i choke, then it means I'm tired of tryna' be deep
Unlike you
Like you, I'm also like you
I'm also a sheep
But with black fleece
Part of the flock, but not
I'm tryna' rap, so excuse my hip-hop
I make em' work
All these corny metaphors and made up words
Are all but part of the plan
So mix the juice and dose it up
While your feet are on the sand
And understand, while your feet are on the sand
Understand, while your feet are on the sand

Slow Dough-sage causes Paradoxes
Is this the location? Nah!
Where we can build our foundations. Ah!
Ruins left by ancient Asians we racist patients with no patience. Nah!
Please have a seat, but don't anchor your soul to this reality
While this song passes, honestly, I dunno what it really means
But as long as I keep tabs by rhyming every line with this beat
Just don't reprimand, just understand why this sand swallows my feet
So deep, then pick up the heat
Then pick up my telephone call
I need a chat with my homies and slow dough
Thought i just i wanted to let you know that i wrote this verse
While i was taking a shit on my toilet bowl
Never had an erection for this upcoming election
Call coz my testosterone levels are dropping very low so
Lets get high with psilocybin
Sorry. cant afford to go back to the insane asylum
My severe sinuses are as loud as the police sirens
Carefully offered my profound silence to blow off some steam
Watch my team cook on TV
Narrated by Gordon Ramsay
This kitchen rap may be unsanitary
Sorry I spat on your meal
My saliva is the secret ingredient to this record's recipe

So do you feel it? What?
The sand its mesmerizing, a million words rhyming
So do you see it? What? The land on the horizon
The zenith where the sun is rising?

Check it! Before you start to feel the concrete
3rd world bourgeoisie
What everybody wants to be
The talk of the town, only prancing around
And faking intimacy on Facebook
Okay look, i didn't mean those words
Okay, maybe I did
But sometimes
I kid, I kid
It's purely nonsensical
So don't stress!
Leave it to your television sets
To make you understand
Why your feet are on the sand
Or maybe not