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And drive north up the Pacific
Coast Highway in a black limousine van
Heading for a secluded cove in
Malibu called El Matador Beach
Opposite the sea

doors
I won't get sunburn on my neck
And then I'll go home

I like the sounds in hardware stores
Reading yearbooks and locking doors
And thinking what

Brought home from the boats
When you love her
You love Chicago
When we're at the beach
I'm just behind and
She's already in
Oh, I love her
She loves Chicago

this bitch feel like a van
I’m cold but I get hot so just incase I brought a fan
Tryna make my problems disappear like david bland
When I go to the beach

to the ocean
Getting wavy of the coast and
This my world I'm feeling right at home
You uncomfortable floating
No more bragging no more boasting
Burn a bowl

blankets like no other
He loves the beach and how the sun hits in the summer
He love playing in dirt, but taking a bath
Sometimes he picks a fight with his

neck like I walked in the pool
You in my way then you better move
Bob The Builder, I keep a tool
Drip lord, I turn water to juice
And keep me some honeys