Blue Skies (feat. Epic Lloyd)

Blue Skies I adore you I was in hell when I was not with you Shit storm you can float by Hanging round illuminating everything Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more First off a couple things I think you oughta know I just wanna cover em real quick before we go First two days of surfing is called eating water You might get past the break but probably not much farther Sometimes it's so cold your head hurts You better bring your sweatshirt and stretch first But if you catch that bug you'll never get enough It's like a drug that never ever ever gets worse So paddle out Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more Let's go I keep the bag in the back I keep the front in the front The only thing that I want is the beach and some sun Before the season is done gotta have some fun Gotta get it so bad soon as possibly done As I'm writing this I wish we were there now With the Jackpots paddling out Paddle out paddle out paddle out paddle out Yo wake up Throw your boys back in the truckload 'em up Toss your seats back in the trunk surfs up When I'm at my very best You'll find me on the 10 west half dressed Sipping coffee coz its 6 a.m Heading to venice to go surf with my friends Like Chris, Chris is the shit By the way Chris looks like this This is my boy Grimace It's like its some special thing And I'm no king seriously I'm no mediocre no joking But still, it's like my favorite thing It's the only one thing I do I only think one thing Surfing Jackpots know what I mean and this song right here a long time in the making Performing the crowds gonna scream Only other high like that is on the beach uh Blue skies just out of reach Please can we catch a few rides at least For me there's really no better other peace Gotta find my way on back to the beach And paddle out Find me a way Find me a way Find me a way Find me a way Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more Bad thoughts in the front door I'll send them out the back door I'm sitting on my surfing board Don't care for you no more