Lyrics:
want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be
want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be
Hollywood boulevard,
But I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace,
back to school
An east coast college with some history
I'd be satisfied I know in the simple things
Longtime sunshine
Longtime sunshine upon me
a version of a Toyota corolla
That was my first car, we reaching towards a burst star
At your service make your purchase at the bursar
Just hope my cars work,
All y'all stay trippin'
Road rage car flippin'
Monday nights and I'm lit
Tahitian drink in my liq
SunnyD wit no sunshine
Tan lines by the pool side
j'suis en bas des lieu-dit
L'humain ne m'a jamais rendu service
Y'a que dans l'centre ville que je me sens comme Bear Grylls
J'ai pas trop de mérite, pas
[Verse]
Driving down the coast in my old blue car
Feelin' the wind blow through my hair
Wherever I go, I don't need to go far
As long as the sun is
far, Hollywood boulevard,
But I'm from a boulevard that taught yall to shoot out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast
boat thumbin' through see notes
Now here's a toast to the coast
Cause we doin' it the most we doin' it the most
Player player high costs
Uno dos I'm
times it on my mind I a'int content
Man I swear it got me billing up a paper plane
Liquor take the pain away, the Sunshine Coast is lying
But I'm still
Nothing like the summer time, baby
Homies in the park go, crazy
Cruisin' in the block with your, lady
In the, in the, in the sunshine
Kickin'
to drown out their thoughts
California sunshine and Tennessee rain
I'm an East Coast kid with a West Coast way
And I don't mind the weather but I hate
hugged my pa
Packed my bags and I threw 'em in the car
I'm headed for that California Sunshine
From the Blue Ridge Mountains to the Mississippi River
Headaches from the crying
Stormy rain with sunshine peaking through on the horizon
Lights down low
Vibing real slow
Take our time with shifting
Coast
Turn the X into a Batmobile rip, yeah
I can't wait 'til a nigga get to stuntin'
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs
Turn the touchscreen
a jam
Aye this is a jam
Whole project go ham
Niggas can't
Do it like me
Know I got juice like Hi-C
West coast niggas going Hyphy
Know I'm Too clean in my
(Wonder if she's gonna stay)
(Wonder if she's gonna stay)
(Ain't no sunshine when she's gone)
(And this house just ain't no
Home Yo, ND, boy, this
those
Bought so many cars, I ain't got enough toes
When they saw the black and yellow on my whip, bruddaz froze like
Boasty, boasty, Godfather, man
getting mine
I was fucking with the groupies got the run around
Put new speakers in a hoopty and it wasn't mine
Now all of my cars in my name yeah I'm
Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale
Good times, headlights
Let's just go get away
Sunshine, sometimes
I just wanna rewind
Teenage bodies and the righteous stereo
See the stars from
I park the car out on the beach, let the water kiss my feet
Can hear the music coming from the pier
The beat is fast, the bass is loud
I could
Sunshine hitting in my Paloma
Beach bod good in my Paloma
Frisbee in the sand in my Paloma
Young and reckless in my Paloma
Wynwood art in my Paloma
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