Bolt - Shwayze

I wasn’t raised in the city lights

I didn’t come from struggle

I got a pretty wife, wassup baby I love you

Im 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 celebrating that Im self made

You could do anything, just put your mind to it

The way she move that thing I think there ain’t no spine to it

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

Its a little past noon down in little Dune

Hawaiian suntan looking beautiful

When you see me say wassup, I say the usual

Eyes low kickin' flows in the studio

All this gold on me got me feeling like Bolt

Fuck moving fast, Im just tryna take it slow

Ain’t think about the past cuz its all up in smoke

So Im raising up my glass, toast to the west coast

City views to the palm trees

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed

West coast, west coast, plenty booze and its all free

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed

Im 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 hating me and Shwayze rocking aces

There is a method to my madness, opposite of sadness

Sometimes its weed, sometimes its a bad bitch

Sometimes its giving somebody hungry a sandwich

The world is so cruel man I dont understand it

People doubted me, people doubted me

By any means necessary I will succeed

Its in my DNA, its what I breathe its 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 feeling like Bolt

Fuck moving fast, Im just tryna take it slow

Ain’t think about the past cuz its all up in smoke

So Im raising up my glass, toast to the west coast

City views to the palm trees

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed

Plenty booze and its all free

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed

All this gold on me got me feeling like Bolt

Fuck moving fast, Im just tryna take it slow

Ain’t think about the past cuz its all up in smoke

So Im raising up my glass, toast to the west coast

City views to the palm trees

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed

Plenty booze and its all free

I just wanna bad bitch and some bomb weed