Video Surfs Up de Drop City Yacht Club 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Drop City Yacht Club - Surfs Up Lyrics

I'm just sitting at home going crazy
Mama won't let me go out with my baby
I just wanna get drunk
On Saturday night, la la la


Why kill time when I can kill a brain cell?
And get dumb high 'cuz I don't handle fame well
Never take a L
You would think that I gave birth to Satan with the way that I can waste L's
Yeah, I ain't never been an angel
Love a girl with ass, I pay attention to detail
(Haaa) I'm so rotten
Got pussy on my brain, I'mma box in
Yeah, I got Cali in my muh'fuckin' pocket
The sun is always up 'cuz the rain's in my wallet
Yeah, so many guns here, but none can get it poppin'
All the glitz look the same, that he thinks he shops at
Dolla' Dolla'
I keep my money on trees, and have goons collect in the autumn
California grown, but to the world I'm a problem
When girls see my dick
They bend and applaud him
You would think that I'm rich
By the party full of hoes that are looking for dick

(First, First, First) First name Tom
Last name Foolery
Looking for your girl
She prolly by the pool with me
Tell'em surf's up, surf's up, surf's up
Tell'em, tell'em, surf's up, surf's up


You haven’t heard the news?
Its what they calling fresh
So all you clones getcha phones out
And call collects
So with all respect Yall been writing too long
See your mouth water every time we write a new song
Really fool? Too wong?
U-haul, move on
We got it down to a tee like oolong
Ladies get your ooh on
Haters get your boo on
Funny how these ghosts hold grudges like Ju-on
You’re so earth, I’m so lunar
Chilling in the clouds in my castle like Kumar
Game so Fubar
House party champs
Taking all your girls
Breaking all your lamps
Yeah see I could use a little shy, bro
Like puff puff pass, eyes low
The coolest in the party HA! I know
So when you see in the streets, motherfuckers


So then I fucking walked in the party
Looking so charming
Owner of the crib is wishing he never called me
First name Wolf, but last name is Raunchy
Got girls taking all the clothes up off me
Hey Jude, I'm a young Paul McCartney
House full of zombies, tryna find a heartbeat
Start it up (Start it up)
Pass me the car keys
Party's up front
Put the babies in the car seat
(Surf's Up. Drop Low
Juke Box, Rock Roll)