White Sand Lyrics

I know a man they like to call white sand
Fat act over the radio
Spin dogs on that cane of his

Plays the ladies smooth as Texaco
That’s the man they call white sand
One bad mister single X chromosome
Hang on stroke that head of his
I got a shout out for my girl Hollis

White sand

Guts a talent for diversity
Speaks any language, has a history
Get me on the telephone started
Real deal genuine uncle Sam White noise, what he say to me
Never seen a gray to this day
That’s the man they call white sand

White sand

Mr. Manners, no Bogart
Take everything, go on
Dive in, keep your distance
Only thing he ever knew
Make you suffer light blue
Succinct, he has a plan
Keep your cool, I can see through it
White sand you don’t scare me

White sand

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