San Francisco
[Hook: Sturla Atlas]

Heading out, to San Francisco
To buy me a pistol
Wanna bring you along babe
Fuck what all the other guys say, for your sake

[Verse 1: Sturla Atlas]

I can't remember
These last few days
Brain getting foggy
Boys are smoking tons of haze
Diamond necklace, champagne
Country club with tennis courts and sun to gain
Cause girl you know it
I'll be your guy
Posted out in California, drinking wine
Don't wanna lie, when I see your eyes
I get all shaky so come along I'm
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joey Christ]

Ooh, you know, you know
Can't stay
I got to go Sunday's here
And I'm faded
Driving down the 405
101 I hold it down
Hosting parties in your town
We tear shit up
I understand
You don't wanna say it
But you love us
And we're what the city needs
Clad in cashmere
Sativa my cologne
We wildin' out we rollin' up

[Hook]