Feel Alive

She just left France
With an island tan
Making guap out in Nice
Polynesian bands
And I'm somewhere in the PN smoking West Coast strains
He had your head underwater
I put your toes in the sand
Diamonds on and we holding hands
Like candy paint
Lake house posted on sandy bays
Down there sweet like candy canes
They can say whatever, but I can't be phased
Red grapes in my body, pop the cork
West Coast girl never seen New York
Cross necklace, you're living for the Lord
Tan beige leather when you in the Porsche
Swimsuits, you always living by the shore
By the coastline
We'll be outta here in no time
Know it's summer in Seattle
I need my sweater for the cold nights
Girl I got you on my team
And we never playin both sides
And the crib pitch black
I be turnin on the phone light

I've been lost in this cup
When it's 2am
I don't speak broke boy
Can you translate it?
I've been on for a minute
And I still can't miss
You was at the Barstool
Gettin too faded
And I call your phone
And the DJ played
All the singalong songs
And some old school Drake
And there's only one way
When the time gets late
And I'm drivin 39th
And I'm comin down Shea
And I got to your crib
Walked in late
Post on the gram and they all say 'slay'
You know it's 9pm
But it's still 88°
You like what you like
Wanna have it your way
And there ain't no shame
Know you got taste
New throw pillow and a Dyptique baies
Said it worked out, she ain't know that I prayed
Ice cold sheets and a fresh lamp shade
Ohhh

Walked in late
Post on the gram and they all say 'slay'
Know it's 9pm
Like what you like
Wanna have it your way