Every time I go to the beach, walking with the sand on my feet, Cant resist the thoughts that take me to a big dock.
I picture miself watching the seaguls fly, the peoples chats.
The surfers heading the wave and later blazing the jamaican cigarrette
Venice beach behind me and all the tattoed pretty girls, undeniable funky style comes out form the bars.
The couples making their way to a burning love place, the only witness are the palm trees
A big wing pass thru my hair, taking me back but dont matter where you are, Cali Dreaming is a living style
