Ocean Prime - The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES

Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian

Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (Uh-huh)

Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands

This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and my Nautica sweats

Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck

Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes

Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek

Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard

Drownin' in sin, life’s a beach, need a coast guard

Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm

Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms

Simply straight return, three-thousand miles away from home

Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on

Nautica Competition accomplished on my windbreakers

Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick

Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man

Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium

Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen, yeah

On the river tryna water wing me up a stingray

We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic?

Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic?

On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded

I can’t understand his Inglés, he can’t understand my Spanish

Big fish in a small pond full of guppies

Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you vanish

Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders

The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors

They don’t wanna see you die