Bolt

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2 - Sky Blu] 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 [Hook] 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