Текст песни Santa Monica - Devmo

Sweet Sweet Sweet
Santa Monica
Where I rest my head
If I were anywhere else
I would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)
Would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)

How can I ever capture the magic of this place
If you′ve ever been here you probably want to stay
Hear the waves crash, see the palm trees sway
Straight up it's the best part of LA

Wake up in the morning with the homies go to Ray′s
Forget that it's cash only so I'm borrowing from Cay (Caylan)
Sipping on a 40 at the three stair (yeah)
See if we care
I don′t think we′re ever gonna change (no no no no)

But the promenade sure has
You can ask our moms and dads
They've stayed the same
You can find them at Bay Shore Lanes

On Pico
We know
Everyone at SAMO
Let′s go
Play drinking games
In Kelly and Amy's back yard

Sweet Sweet Sweet Santa Monica
Where I rest my head
(Where I rest my head)
If I were anywhere else
I would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)
Would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)

Grew up in the 90′s
Thank you kindly
Chillin' with Charlie and Bridie
Is where you′ll find me (yeah)
Bay Street with my south side people
We all singing and sipping it's so peaceful

Sarah and Tam always harmonize
We got Colty in the back with the blood shot eyes
Bennet with the hair and Amber with the beer and
Everybody cheers cuz we're happy that we′re here

We′ve grown up
We've done our best, yeah
Most of us
Never left, yeah
Either way
We always come back
Tay and Leighanne make us contagiously laugh

And we love it
Jade is grilling
Léa′s pumping
Milk, for baby O
You know she chugging
Morgan is dancing
Taylor is loving
On the puppies so snuggly
It's sunny again in...

Santa Monica
Where I rest my head
(Where I rest my head)
If I were anywhere else
I would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)
Would rather be dead
(I would rather be dead)