Fidlar
Fidlar - Max can’t surf, lyrics
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He's gotta stay in shape He's gotta stay in shape Eating down taco I’m sleeping in, Playing video games. Quit smoking two packs a day, He’s got dubstep in his veins I smoke weed if my baby lets me, Or I won’t get laid, Or I won’t get laid. And Max can’t surf, Max can’t surf, He gets real stoned and tries to make it work. But God knows he’s got no balance. Message from the dog here, It’s just a small routine, Giving all shit on a full grown man, Trying the best still I can. Gotta check the forecast Throw away my skateboard. Stop wearing tight jeans, And pull on some board shorts And Max can’t surf, Max can’t surf, He gets real stoned and tries to make it work But God knows he’s got no balance. Smoking two packs a day, Smoking two packs a day, Smoking two packs a day, Smoking two packs a day, Smoking two packs a day, Smoking two packs a day. He gets real stoned and tries to make it work But God knows he’s a ginger