"Vine St." lyrics

Swear I seen you on a billboard
Type of looks that they would kill for
You can bring a friend
I'll be Malcolm in the middle
Baby, I'm a dog. You could throw me in the kennel
I think that you like it, baby, just a little bittle
Yeah, yeah

Keep all the lights on
Let's put on a show
Stay for the encore
Then carry me home

It's that brand new Americana
High on legal marijuana
See me cruising down Vine
Got nothing but time
Not a long way from Nirvana
That new Americana

Send your location. I'm on vacation when you come around.
She with El Jefe we in Topanga with the Tes around
Like her hair messy. I got a beach that no one knows about
Sand beneath her feet is this the life you always dreamed it would be?
Let's do it again. Fogging up the windows in the backseat of a Benz
City of the Angels, where the party never ends
Yeah, yeah

Keep all the lights on
Let's put on a show
Stay for the encore
Then carry me home
The numb and the restless
Are never alone
Under sepia sunsets
Are you having fun yet?

It's that brand new Americana
High on legal marijuana
See me cruising down Vine
Got nothing but time
Not a long way from Nirvana
That new Americana