Taylor King - PCH Cruise lyrics

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Taylor King - PCH Cruise lyrics

Hook: PCH cruising with you is better than being blue I see the light in your eyes, I see the tan in your tone Your jeep, your jeep was so bad Your jeep, your jeep was so mad Your jeep, your jeep held us down When we was tryna get nasty in the back seat In the front space parked outside of the Shwack When they was eating burgers We was cooking up on the dash I think I miss Cali (Cali) I think I miss making you laugh It was all fun and games But a player got stacked way back in the Nash And the parties were crazy Much better than here, it amaze me D'lan's House..? Man, that was crazy Junior year, or some f**ing Daisy Gatsby ain't coming back Not for you or a double tap, but really I would for the beach, maybe Verse: I'm just reminiscing about home for so long When Chief and Herb hit the bong They'd smoke the herb on the long Drive down, Table Rock Or man, whatever it's on Vaping till the draping looking like St. Laurent And I wish I could repeat that In my zone at the bonfires with Issy on long riders We partying, all nighters Troy's house, that'd be down SC nights all on the town Trike and Reis, them stogs go nice We smoke 'em till they burn the ground But back for now, I gotta rack my cleats So they don't run out And Andel, Q now, they gon' make us proud What a beautiful, beautiful life I left Such a beautiful, beautiful life I left From now till then Hook: PCH cruising with you is better than being blue I see the light in your eyes I see the tan in your tone Your jeep, your jeep was so bad Your jeep, your jeep was so mad Your jeep, your jeep held us down When we was tryna get nasty in the back seat In the front space parked outside of the Shwack When they was eating burgers We was cooking up on the dash I think I miss Cali (Cali) I think I miss making you laugh It was all fun and games But a player got stacked way back in the Nash And the parties were crazy Much better than here, it amaze me D'lan's House..? Man, that was crazy Junior year, or some f**ing Daisy Gatsby ain't coming back Not for you or a double tap, but really I would for the beach, maybe