Skyline To Paroles

That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fucking
Underneath moon light now
Pretty fucking
Sunrising, sand
Comes a morning, haunting us with the beams
So it ain't as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older (Blur!)
Summer's not as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy (Smoke, hazy)
Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
We smell of Californication (Strike a pose)
Everything grows in the Congo
Everything grows
Can you call when I call again?
Because I'm stronger, congo is damned (smoke)
In comes the morning (smoke)
In comes the morning (haze)