West Side.

She's from the West Side with eyes like the ocean
Driving down the PCH with no destination
She said that she likes lonely boys with tattoos
Parked up on a beach off the coast in malibu

Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance
Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance

And the way she talks about her favourite band
And the way she acts like we're more than friends
Losing my composure while we're slowly drivin'
I don't wanna fuck it up, I'm overthinkin'

Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance
Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance

She's blowin' up my phone tryna cancel my plans
She doesn't even think about it, ouh
She's blowin' up my phone tryna cancel my plans
Yeah she's a little baddie like, ouh

Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance
Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance

Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance
Ouh, she knows when we go to south beach
Oh, she knows how to make my head dance



Credits
Writer(s): Gian Carlo Verardo, Michael Duval-blanchette
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