Fidlar - Max Can't Surf Lyrics
He's gotta stay in shapeHe's gotta stay in shapeEating down taco I’m sleeping in,Playing video games.Quit smoking two packs a day,He’s got dubstep in his veinsI 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 forecastThrow away my skateboard.Stop wearing tight jeans,And pull on some board shortsAnd Max can’t surf,Max can’t surf,He gets real stoned and tries to make it workBut 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 workBut God knows he’s a ginger
