Yeah

San Diego in this bitch

Feel that 45Hz kick

Windows rattle when it hit

Long chords hang in the air like a Sunday mist

I grew up where the palm trees lean on liquor stores

Surf wax

Side-eyes

Cops at the corner door

Dayglo sun on my neck

I was dirt poor

Now the bass so loud that it crack the floor

Complex drums like my head when I overthink

Loop breaks chop like a blade when it hit the sink

Still talk my shit

Still tow that brink

Still pray my mom never see me fuckin’ sink

San Diego

Turn that shit up

Feel the bassline blow

45Hz in the trunk

Shake the goddamn coast

From the beach to the block

Everybody gon’ know

When that long chord rings

That’s my motherfuckin’ soul

I don’t flex for the ‘Gram

I just flex these bars

From the trolley line noise to the cheap dive bars

I was yellin’ through the static at the busted old car

Now the mix so clean but the story still scarred

I got homies doin’ time

Others layin’ in dirt

Every lyric that I drop make the memories hurt

But the kick so thick that it swallow the worst

I pour the pain in the track

Let the sub do the work

San Diego

Turn that shit up

Feel the bassline blow

45Hz in the trunk

Shake the goddamn coast

From the beach to the block

Everybody gon’ know

When that long chord rings

That’s my motherfuckin’ soul

You ever scream at the sky till your throat go numb?

Let the hi-hats stutter where the thoughts come from?

If you ridin’ with me

Then you ride ‘til it

San Diego

Turn that shit up

Feel the bassline blow

45Hz in the trunk

Shake the goddamn coast

From the beach to the block

Everybody gon’ know

When that long chord rings

That’s my motherfuckin’ soul

Lyrics and original credit to @jairo4al