"I'm Scott Pelle with an update on Hurricane Irene, as it closes-"

Verse 1

I always really liked the real exotic girls
Honeys with the perfect eyes, a perfect disguise
The type of girl who could fuck a real n***a up
With promises of a better world but never replies
Lately it's like I fall in love with that lampooned lie
Swear she's the truth, like apple pie
Swear in her shoes, I'd walk a mile
Reach for the skies, I really dig her smile
Tryin' not to be as pessimistic as before
But as these waves crash and fall, I'm yet to be proven wrong
I sit here on a beach chair and spit this song
As around people still hear and listen to my thoughts
Always hot in Daytona but today we're at the beach
Rockin' short sleeves as we feel the breeze
A lovely release, staring at the sea
Oh, how surreal life can be
With my hat tilted to the side, I squint with one of my eyes X 4
Not Piggy, I'm more Ralph: fuck the Lord of the Flies

Bridge

The beach is a place
To relax and drift away
The beach...seaspray...
They are beautiful things
Sometimes, I sing and hum at the beauty
Of the waves...seaspray...it's a beautiful place
The beach is a place to relax and drift away
The sea, SEASPRAY
They are beau-ti-ful things

Verse 2

'Sup baby girl
I was wondering if you'd kick it with a dude like me?
We'd be a match made in heaven cause you're too unique
I'm a writer, I even rap, I could spit you a hot bar
Cause even if I was a constellation; you would be my star
I hope you get more than the gist of what I mean
I never seem to fall for the girls who like to read
But maybe you're different, maybe you're the one-
But forget all that, let's have some fun
Let our toes curl up in the sand, let's play in the sun... X 4
I just want you to look back without a hint of remorse


Yeah I'm gonna talk to her now...I mean...what's the worst that could happen?