[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sunset glow on the PCH,
Booty out, pickle chips on a paper tray.
Ocean whispers, salty air in my hair,
Jamming to the rhythm, not a single care.
[Pre-Chorus]
Flip-flops slappin’, seagulls clappin’,
Snackin’ crunchy, zesty happenin’.
San Diego nights, they never stay still,
Jackin’ the vibe—let the chill spill.
[Chorus]
Booty out, chips in hand,
Dancin’ free where the palm trees stand.
San Diego dreams, salty and sweet,
Jack the groove with pickle-repeat.
[Verse 2]
Boardwalk breeze, neon lights low,
Pickle dust on my fingertips, let’s go.
Bassline thumpin’, waves hum the tune,
Booty swayin’ under the harvest moon.
[Bridge]
Palm shadows trace the sand,
Crunchy bites, life’s unplanned.
Jack it up, let the tempo ride,
Ocean’s b**t as my steady guide.
[Chorus]
Booty out, chips in hand,
Dancin’ free where the palm trees stand.
San Diego dreams, salty and sweet,
Jack the groove with pickle-repeat.
[Outro]