Drivin’ thru San Francisco bay we are onI’m headed to Santa MonicaThe night has comeThere’s no light in Malibubut I can feel the fresh moodFresh to death Fresh to deathFresh to deathWe can’t ride theLambo on the road but okayNo need for Rari I don’t careDriving on the highway in the westwe can breathe the freaking fresh airFresh to death Fresh to deathFresh to deathI feel good when I’m driving with you babyI feel good feel goodI feel good when I’m driving with you babyFeel good Feel good Feel goodStarted from zero but we are flying nowCrossing the border we never make it slowWe ..........