Dustin Jake

Lyrics

I grew up in a small town out in the Zone
You came from a little beach town down by the ocean
I got me a pickup truck
And I'm pickin' you up
Surf's up, sun's up, baby I'm about to roll up
We got the Band Perry on and some Dom Perignon
Takin' the back roads, makin' a little dash back down to the coast duh

We don't come from the country
We don't say Yeehaw!
I don't like to go hunting
I don't got a Meemeaw
But I got some cold beers and a pack of Truly's
Your beach blonde hair keep the music groovy
I'm wearing my snakeskin belt from Gucci
And bringin' the south to the beach
Sue me

Now we in the sand staying pasty
With the SPF 80
And a pack of red solos
Gettin' buzzed, tailgating till the suns starts fading
Everybody's like "YOLO!"

They never taught me how to country dance
But I can fake it with a drink in my hand
And everybody's like "Yo that's wassup"
Just put T-Swift on, shoot the breeze, hit the bong
Gettin' gone all summer long
That's how we do it on the coast, duh!

We don't come from the country
We don't say Yeehaw!
I don't like to go hunting
I don't got a Meemeaw
But you got some red win and a pack of brewskis
A longhorn tat chillin' on your booty
I'm wearing my pre-ripped designer blue jeans
And bringin' the south to the beach
Sue me

Imma lasso that surf cattle
No saddle
It's a brand new turf battle
Bring a paddle
Flip flops or your boots on
In the sand, crop top, Daisy Dukes on
We could be chillin' with kooks
And getting ready to rally
Taking dirty back roads to the Temecula Valley
Getting high but we don't say howdy
That's how you ride when you're living in Cali

We don't come from the country
We don't say Yeehaw!
I don't like to go hunting
I don't got a Meemeaw
But I got some craft beers, hell yeah they're gluten free
Dogs on the grill, plant based and juicy
We're taking that twang and we're making it Bougie
And bringing the south to the beach
Sue me