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letra de yacht rock (side a) - the alchemist

[intro]
(samples)

tad, slow down man!
you gon’ f-ckin’ crash the boat!
i don’t give a f-ck, it’s my dad’s boat
i don’t give a sh-t
you such an -ssh0l-

[verse 1: action bronson]
start the engine, shift the throttle
open up the cooler, grab a bud
by the neck of the bottle
i’m shirtless. we going marlin fishin’
trying to capture all the creatures charles darwin envisioned
dive off the back, choke a shark
the shoes are made from noah’s ark
and plus the weed smell just like a jewish fart
got this long, white d-ck to rip your boo apart
kick a hole right through the van gogh, ruin art
i see a sandbar, drop the anchor
who really give a f-ck about this boat my dad’s a banker
got some asian s-x slaves in the weight room
c0ke inside the sanka
the all-white wind breakers
it’s me

(british guy sample)
and down the board
there seems to be other bedrooms
there are two twin rooms
such as this one..
it’s a lifestyle

[verse 2: roc marciano]

yeah, you got it, you got it!
reel it in! you got it!

call your bluff. ford tough
the waters is rough
the storm rock the boat
i hope it’s strong enough
steer the vessel. successful
wet suit. wheel in the whale, tear the head loose
waterproof boots. toss a couple slaves in a hairdo
stare at the waves from the aerial view
prepare the animal
it’s written in the manual
the flannel is blue. i’m a sailor
lord & taylor. import the fish from venezuela
predict the weather
egyptian knits, sweaters, carreras
sea dwellers. sweet relish
these are the treasures
i was pleased when my p-n-s was measured
it was leverage
a rich beverage. twist the hedges
i fished in the crisp chris webbers
marc, n-gga
yacht rock
christopher cross sh-t, boss sh-t

(sample)
and if you think you can control the sea
like a 747, i’m afraid for you
the sea is a wondrous, mysterious, dangerous lady
she’ll make you rich
or feed you to the fishes

[verse 3: oh no]

uh. you headed for some rocky turbulence
so, follow the flow and however the current is
the imperfectness. a perfect storm, the weather
my service is a serpent born, sitting impervious
look, none shall p-ss the great wave
i’ll crack your lame boat like crab legs
all because some d-mn rain
pfft. i’ll hit the charts like a hurricane
ya’ll decks ain’t, never prepared
they in a nervous state
i hope y’all got a grip
your ship’s hit a little glacier tip
i’m on your cb talkin’ sh-t

- the alchemist

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