California Breeze

Yeah, pull up

California on the dash

No warning, we gone

Fresh white tee, gold hoops, keys in my hand

Two-lane turn and I'm takin' command

Palm trees bend when the speakers hit

Whole block knows when I move like this

Cherry red coupe at the corner store

You said, slow down, I said, give me more

Blue apple sky on the windshield frame

I make one call, now they know my name

Hold tight, workin' on speed

One look, that's all that I need

Count three, let the whole thing ride

When I say go, better step inside

Ride with me, ride with me

California breeze

Hands up high while we cut through the trees

Too cool, too clean, can't copy the shine

If you want that feelin'

Better get in line

Ride with me, ride, ride with me

Never hit the brakes

Bass in the trunk

The whole lane shake

Say my name

When the boulevard bends

West coast girl

Make the night begin

Go, go, go, go, go, let it roll

Feel that soul

Don't blink

One more turn and we're gone in a minute

Quick step, thick talk, I'm back on the beat

Little bit of danger in the way that I speak

Nails match the car, got the fit on point

Every stop sign turns to a photo joint

Late night diner, fries on the tray

You keep watchin', I keep lookin' away

No need to chase, I decide when we meet

I bring the whole boulevard under my feet

Hold tight, we're pickin' up speed

One look, that's all that I need

Count three, let the whole thing ride

When I say go, better step inside

Ride with me, ride with me, California breeze

Hands up high while we cut through the trees

Too cool, too clean, can't copy the shine

If you want that feeling, better get in line

Ride with me, ride with me, never hit the brakes

Bass in the trunk, make the whole lane shake

Say my name when the boulevard dance

West coast girl, make the night be damned

No mask, no plan

Just a full tank, old school soul with a brand new name

You bring the spark, I bring the flame

Meet me where the palm trees frame the lanes

California breeze

Hands up high while we cut through the trees

Too cool, too clean, can't copy the shine