Welcome to a land from afar, to the southern cross stars to the surfdale sandwich bar
I'm talking finest pine trees that you've ever seen
If you wanna climb again then yeah, I might be keen
This one is for my master quinn and for the fisiyuki raps with the lights missin'
Now let's hear it for the grove sunsets and the rocks around the beach with the moonbase set
Yeah
Here's to you homeland, I'm wishing I was young again naked in the sand
I'll be back you can count on that, as soon as I proceed into my life's soundtrack
Here's to you homeland, I'm wishing I was young again naked in the sand
I'll be back you can count on that, as soon as I proceed into my life's soundtrack
Welcome to the land of the free, to the sand and the sea, to the surfdale sandwich B
Backhand the man and live your dream, tell sam I am to make your eggs green
Down to the crossroads going through a lot bro
Inevitably yeah, you're gonna hit a pothole
But you can choose how you combat that, man
Pick up your shoes and your pom-pom hat man
Down the rabbit hole you go and don't get lost in soul
The images of imminent moments in your life bowl
So munch it down, and enjoy the crunch
Get down, cereal for lunch
So I dove deep
Infinite music I got no sleep, the only reason I had rose cheeks would give me hope that
Someone, on my mind, would ever show me
It's a sign, are you blind? Or did your mixtape just rewind?
It's deja vu, another 'how are you?', human condition got me in its grind
And I was saved by the sexiest land, the picturesque views and the nothing that was bland
A honey with a taste for the money-less face and a bunny I erased from my uncles old place
I'll persevere like the first of the year and I know one thing is clear
I'll never beatbox with the bacon egg socks in the caravan like last year