Sassafrass

Driving down the west coast Wasting time as we go Don't worry about tomorrow Roll down your window Take in all that summer breeze Kick it back, pick up your feet Light the fire down the beach Lay the seats back, go to sleep Waking up on the sides of streets Highway 1 is home to me Lay the seats back, go to sleep Waking up We could stay up, laid up in the backseat Making up stories to the things that you ask me Telling me your dreams as the headlights passing Take another sip till the skin starts flashing And we could go watch as the waves crash Put my arm around till we lean it back We could post up, I'll be meaning that And you go through, about half a pack And I'd be surprised if you're not the one for me No matter your questioning, I answer truthfully 'Cause I've been around the scene But you're looking so pristine We could drive up the sea Something about you and me I'll be your open book Just open up and ask (Plus you're packing all that ass) (Call you my little sassafrass) Take in all that summer breeze Kick it back, pick up your feet Light the fire down the beach Lay the seats back, go to sleep Waking up on the sides of streets Highway 1 is home to me Lay the seats back, go to sleep Waking up