Lyricist : Bryce Ross-Johnson
Composer : Jimmy Duval/Bryce Ross-Johnson/Ian Everson/Ethan Ridings/Bobbi Lanea/Folayan Kunerede/Mark Gozman
Malibu in the a.m.
You can be my little beach bum, baby
Take ya shopping on Rodeo
Swipe, swipe, we can go a lil' crazy
Roll up the weed and get faded
The shape of you is running through my mind
This how you live when you made it, just sayin'
I could go all day long
Treat you right, do you know what I mean?
Baby, bring it back 'cause you like that
I know what you need
She just want the thrill, Coupe DeVille
Riding down the PCH
We could do this every day
Are you ready or not? Lauryn Hill
Like there's any other way
Really nothing left to say
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Yeah, you need that top-down, beach-side kinda lovin'
Type of b***h you bring to meet your mother and your cousin
My wop got doowop, that thang get too hot
Twinkle in my eye got a star boy blushin'
Yeah, and my ex ain't a factor
Baby, you can hit it now and after
Hit the gas, I can make you go faster
I could go all day long
Treat you right, do you know what I mean?
Baby, bring it back 'cause you like that
I know what you need
She just want the thrill, Coupe DeVille
Riding down the PCH
We could do this every day
Are you ready or not? Lauryn Hill
Like there's any other way
Really nothing left to say
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
