Westlove

Poppin' Burnett's in the McDonald's cup
On the boardwalk, we don't give a fuck
Tryna get some guy to buy us cigarettes
At the gas stop, we can't get enough of
Cheap shades and checkered vans
Add a snapback, yeah, call it a throwback
To the nights with the boys till we all got
Fried, bro, we take it animal style

I can see it in my mind
That last sunset, feeling fine
In our westlove summertime
Woah, those memories

They hit like
We drove down the 101
Popped a cold one
Then another for fun
Swapped my tank for a hoodie
When the sea breeze hit me
Just a Lil' bit chilly
We felt like, we drank like
We'd be young, wild, and free
From our future selves
We didn't have a doubt
Didn't give a fuck about
How we'd all turn out

I can see it in my mind
That last sunset, feeling fine
In our westlove summertime
Woah, those memories

It went like
I can see it in my mind
That last sunset, feeling fine
In our westlove summertime
Woah, those memories

I can see it in my mind
That last sunset, feeling fine
In our westlove summertime
Woah, those memories
Yeah



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Writer(s): Bert Li
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