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crabbin song

by ekaj420024

outer banks #1 down to the outer banks where the water and the dunes reflect the wild east coast we had to drive to where its not commercialized where the sand is actually really occupied ya gotta a dig a hole burn some coal just to even eat a fish grab a spear for a crab where the shallow waters clear ya gotta go, you gotta roll where the old wind blow ya gotta go, you gotta roll where the old wind blow watch your back girl butter flies flyin outta your skirt fly off the waves like dirt were hidden out in the sand dune land protected from patrol by mountain sand while the elders passed a joint laughin, not carin and so i soak it in soak soak soak it in cause you gotta roll, you gotta go where the old wind blow crabbin and a surfin unknown land im just campin out and followin my dad and camper dave he's my other dad we got the seafood the surfers wish they had so you gotta roll, you gotta go with the flow where the ocean is remote dont need no boat its the best damn feeling id ever had cause ran around the old wind blow u gotta go where the old wind blow so you gotta roll, you gotta go where the old wind blow you gotta gooo oh where the old wind blow
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Oct 8, 2013
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