Bolt (feat. Sky Blu)

I wasn't raised in the city lights, I didn't come from struggle
I got a pretty wife, wassup baby I love you
I'm a good guy, but I stay in trouble
Music gave me life, Malibu made me humble
Kids driving Jags in the twelfth grade
I take a drag, celebratin' that I'm self made
You could do anything, just put yo mind to it
The way she move that thing I think there ain't no spine to
I like to grind through it, fine tune it
Bump to the beat, then I rhyme to it
Her body dumb, mind stupid
But when she give me brain, she like a Harvard student
It's a little past noon down in little Dune
Hawaiian sun-tan lookin' beautiful
When you see me, say wassup, I say the usual
Eyes low, kickin' flows in the studio
Oh yeah
All this gold on me got me feelin' like Bolt
Fuck moving fast I'm just tryna take it slow
Ain't thinkin' 'bout the past 'cause it's all up in smoke
So I'm raisin' up my glass, toast to the West Coast
City views to the palm trees
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed
Ah-huh, West Coast, West Coast
City views to the palm trees
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed
I'm a shining star
Dreaming of a brighter day
Where I can go through the meditation is my hideaway
Mind elevation, getting paid off creation
While all you suckas hatin', me and Shwayze rock the nation
There's a method to my madness
Opposite of sadness
Sometimes it's weed, sometimes it's a bad bitch
Sometimes it's giving somebody hungry a sandwich
The world is so cruel, man, I don't understand it
People doubted me? People doubted me?
By any means necessary, I will succeed
It's in my DNA, it's what I breathe, it's what I bleed
And bringing the world together is the legacy I lead
Grew up a skateboarder by the beach
Always gazed at the stars so I decided to reach
LMFAO, everyday I see my dream
And my message to you, is just believe
All this gold on me, got me feelin' like Bolt
Fuck movin' fast, I'm just tryna take it slow
Ain't thinkin' bout the past, 'cause it's all up in smoke
So I'm raisin' up my glass, toast to the West Coast
City views to the palm trees
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed
Plenty booze, and it's all free
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed
All this gold on me got me feelin' like Bolt
Fuck movin' fast, I'm just tryna take it slow
So I'm raisin' up my glass, toast to the West Coast
City views to the palm trees
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed
Plenty booze and it's all free
I just want a bad bitch and some bomb weed



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Smith, Bailey Smalls
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