She’s a west coast kid
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Bikini tan lines
Tequila sunrise
She's got her shades on below her eyes
She don’t need a man
To slip in and out
But i’m hoping she’ll let me slide
Ahhh oooooh
What a critical view
When she lay by the pool
She make them other bitches jealous i think i know why
She’s a west coast kid
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feel like summer again
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I let her drive my car when i get too drunk
And she look so fire when she pulls my clutch
When the sun goes down, got her mind made up
Lay my seat back now, and she climb on top
Ahhh oooooh
What a critical view
When she lay by the pool
Makin' them other bitches jealous
I think i know why
She’s a west coast kid
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feel like summer again
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Bikini tan lines
Tequila sunrise
She's got her shades on below her eyes
She don’t need a man
To slip in and out
But i’m hoping she’ll let me slide
Ahhh oooooh
What a critical view
When she lay by the pool
She make them other bitches jealous i think i know why
She’s a west coast kid
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feel like summer again
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I let her drive my car when i get too drunk
And she look so fire when she pulls my clutch
When the sun goes down, got her mind made up
Lay my seat back now, and she climb on top
Ahhh oooooh
What a critical view
When she lay by the pool
Makin' them other bitches jealous
I think i know why
She’s a west coast kid
Waves like California
Call it pipeline drip
Freckles on her shoulder
Got that salty skin
Sand in my corolla
With a back seat kiss
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feels like summer again
Damn, it feel like summer again
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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