Lyrics
Walk to bed, with nothing left
And you feel like you've got nothing left
Looking and looking like you best believe
In miracles lad
And in lieu of feeling spiritual I'm adamant
That there's an answer out there right in front of you
Something better than walking away with nothing left
Get in the gym, get you some fucken gains lad
Get in the fucken plane lad
Fix that scoliosis and 'em sunken eyes
And 'em shaking knees will piss right off and maybe
You'll come back to life
Gotta get to Ibiza
Gotta get beachfront, Gotta get divas
Aye
Gotta get to Ibiza
Fuck shirts, 8% body-fat
The sun don't hurt
She got em DSLs, she don't talk to them ESLs
Lad I'm G as well, yeah I'm livin' that best life
With a bird on my arm and my veins popping out
Like a roadmap
Thinking 'bout milfies, couldn't give a fuck 'bout her son
Said bye to her son
Aye
Carerra Carerra
Ibiza Forever
Onyx on Diamonds, Airports on Spas
Bodybuilders with they Fat Fuck Cars
Carerra Carerra
Ibiza Forever
Onyx on Diamonds, Airports on Spas
Bodybuilders bodybuilders with they Fat Fuck Cars