Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank, safe place
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank, safe place
The weather is so messed up
Praying for global warming
I'm selling all my cars
Leaving Friday
And I did
I drove all the way down here
And I haven't looked back for a year
Cause I'm riding
On my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be
Every now and then I miss my friends
And I tell them I'm waiting here for them
Down here
All the way down here
With the palm trees and the Ferraris down here
Riding on my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be
Riding on my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank Safe place
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank Safe place
Forever gone, cause I'm falling for the South now
Riding, on my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be
Riding, on my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank
Squeeze the grip, my right
Warm arms, my waist
Clouds reflect in the tank
Riding on my bike to the beach
Summer ain't what it
Summer ain't what it used to be