Whiskey Nights

Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
It’s these whiskey nights
Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
(West coast)
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
(Suns close)
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
(Clouds gold)
It’s these whiskey nights

Yeah
Hop up in the whip
Gun that shit to California
Somewhere long the coast
Angel, devil on my shoulder
Put in metaphor
Burning like a supernova
At the world's end
Fantasize the Cliffs of Dover
Never will I fall off
Drunk, about a shot off
Only type of buzzed
That you’d see me is the pop off
Only known to endure
This the shit I live for
Felt the highest limits
But my feet have felt the sea floor
These the type of nights
The gamble does entice
The want for normal-ness
Just a thought that sure sounds nice
Blaring Separate Ways
The journey lasting days
Nothing ever good comes after dark anyway

Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
It’s these whiskey nights
Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
(Yeah)
It’s these whiskey nights
(Uh)

Only looking backward
Does the ride here make some sense
Only looking forward
Lives the concept of regrets
Established 97’
Was a legend soon to be
If someone had be the first to say it
That’d me
Switch it up in sixth gear
We know that life moves fast
Seems that Ferris Bueller
Never talked about the crash
Wonder what would happen
If the airbags don’t deploy
Hope that I’m remembered
From SoCal to Illinois
On that Instant switch up
Much like seasons in Chi
Morals much like beauty
Know it lies within the eye
Sainthood lasts forever
Why I choose to be that guy
Got a glass bourbon on my dash
I question why

Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
It’s these whiskey nights
Just drive
Til you end up in the west coast
Chase the ocean breeze
Til the suns close
Picture orange hues
Color clouds gold
It’s these whiskey nights