Arizona

Green skies
High temp Arizona in my ride
Is you high?
Well here’s a light
Just lined my crib with something nice and when it’s time
I’m outta time
Sweet life
Low window riding down 35
Just parked my car to hit you back and it’s a sign
I got it right and when you pin the pony up then it’s a night
I pull up holy holy holy
I could be your baby boy and you could call me Jody
No ice in my drink, put cuban links all on my story
You can’t see my face if I told you it’s not important
All she know is miller lites and belgian white and colored pines
Rolling up a dream i hope the neighbors hear south beach that room suite
True blues on white sand
Highlights from sunset to bed sheets, no frost bite, Its so cold to see you
shine