LOG DAY #1 - WINDSURF HANSTHOLM, DENMARK (17.12.2023) Tobias Bjørnå, Simon Thule, Malte Øgelund etc.

Ah. Oh. Wow. Yeah. And the Nikes on my feet keep my sight looking great. Hey. Oh. My god. Just drumming my feet right now. Blasem up, blasem up, blasem up, blasem Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon Nike's on my feet, make my cipher complete I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night Reavers take me shopping when I'm up in New York Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more You at the mall getting dinner at the food court I'm in LA eating 22 course Young boss, bitch, paper in my pockets I got a closet filled with shoe boxes Mom said my spender habit little bit, I'm But Apollo stayed fresh up in his cockpit Used to rock hand-me-downs, now I buy some clothes, wear them out Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out Livin' in a dream, they beginnin' to believe My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed Shit, with what I'm spittin', they should give me a degree Good liquor, what I'm sippin' isn't cheap Uh, finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep All I really need is some shoes on my feet In the Nikes on my feet, keep my site full complete I make em so mad, they got no SWAG Pippins on my feet, they the throwbacks Look, my money good, but these hoes bad So they stay attached to my gonads, uh Waking up to a few L's Open up my closet to that new shoe smell I guess I'm doing well Smoking all the weed that I used to sell But once my album goes in the shelves It's gone next, tell how it's finna sell For now, we're selling tapes out my shoebox Any spot, just set up my shop You mad that your girl always says that I'm hot She buy my t-shirts, but she spending your guap, uh Say what up if you've seen me around Nike and separate my feet from the ground