Surfer Girl - 1993
I'm keen to leaveI need a change of scenery
We got the top off on the jeep
We rocking west out to the east side
Under the trees
I tell the skeptics rest in peace
Ever since nineteen ninety three
Been treating life like it's a freestyle
Meanwhile I been in the cold
Work my hand down to the bone
Got the pusher man on speed dial
Place an order to go
So ready to leave home
Got me chuckin' up the peace sign
Let's jump jump
Til we're outta frame
Won't sell my soul
That ain't no price to pay
Run run
Til we're outta range
Let's set our sights on
Them gold brighter days
Let's hurry up, lets hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time
Let's hurry up, lets hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time
Straight shot to the bodega
I'm hunting down a Lucy
Cool like refrigerator with last nights leftover sushi
I was born to bring the flavor
Seems to be going smoothly
I can't catch the paper without acting lil kooky
I'm a '65 rag top with a pretty finish
Drag racing past, ya nothing but witty gimmicks
Flooring arm and arm pass the spliff at the city limits
Watchin' us wave goodbye
Let's jump jump
Til we're outta frame
Won't sell my soul
That ain't no price to pay
Run run
Til we're outta range
Lets set our sights on
Them gold brighter days
Let's hurry up, lets hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time
Let's hurry up, lets hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time
Written by:
BRITTANY MACCARELLO, CARTER SCHULTZ, SHAREEF ADDO
Publisher:
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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