Lyrics
Windows low, thoughts high, Bass hittin’ like truth in July. I don’t chase fame — I let it ride, Earned my peace, now I let that vibe. Malibu breeze in a broke man’s Benz, Dreams still pay what pride defends. Smoke curl slow like time rewindin’, Every loss I had still perfect timin’. Gold glow, no chain on neck, Freedom got a feel that fame can’t check. Yeah, I grind hard — no need to boast, Just coast on the scars that mean the most. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. Yeah, I used to run from quiet nights, Now they my therapy lights. Still bump Dre when the doubts talk loud, Still bless pain, still make it proud. Every verse a breeze, every line a tan, Burn slow, that’s the southern plan. They flex wealth, I flex wisdom, Ain’t bought peace, I built my rhythm. From dirt roads to PCH views, Still the same soul, just changed my shoes. No champagne, just cold ambition, Still toast with a broke musician. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. See, I don’t need a chain for shine, I got bars that age like wine. Every line I drop rewind, Every doubt just test my grind. Old me want fame, new me want quiet, Same flame, just learned to diet. Still smoke pain, still talk slick, Still one verse from my own relic. Yeah, peace don’t mean slow — it mean sure, Mean I built what they can’t afford. I’m proof that broke don’t mean small, I’m rich in shit they can’t recall. Like faith, like grit, like soul intact, Like words that hit when the beat come back. Malibu glow on a worn-out face, Still the truth in a high-end place. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. Earned this breeze. Didn’t buy it.
Lyrics
Windows low, thoughts high, Bass hittin’ like truth in July. I don’t chase fame — I let it ride, Earned my peace, now I let that vibe. Malibu breeze in a broke man’s Benz, Dreams still pay what pride defends. Smoke curl slow like time rewindin’, Every loss I had still perfect timin’. Gold glow, no chain on neck, Freedom got a feel that fame can’t check. Yeah, I grind hard — no need to boast, Just coast on the scars that mean the most. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. Yeah, I used to run from quiet nights, Now they my therapy lights. Still bump Dre when the doubts talk loud, Still bless pain, still make it proud. Every verse a breeze, every line a tan, Burn slow, that’s the southern plan. They flex wealth, I flex wisdom, Ain’t bought peace, I built my rhythm. From dirt roads to PCH views, Still the same soul, just changed my shoes. No champagne, just cold ambition, Still toast with a broke musician. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. See, I don’t need a chain for shine, I got bars that age like wine. Every line I drop rewind, Every doubt just test my grind. Old me want fame, new me want quiet, Same flame, just learned to diet. Still smoke pain, still talk slick, Still one verse from my own relic. Yeah, peace don’t mean slow — it mean sure, Mean I built what they can’t afford. I’m proof that broke don’t mean small, I’m rich in shit they can’t recall. Like faith, like grit, like soul intact, Like words that hit when the beat come back. Malibu glow on a worn-out face, Still the truth in a high-end place. Malibu smoke, let it roll slow, All that pain I had, just let that go. Waves in the rearview, mind on glow, Ain’t rich, but I’m good — that’s gold. Malibu smoke, yeah, the sun still rise, Whole life wrote down between them lines. Ain’t no rush — I move divine, Got peace I don’t gotta find. Earned this breeze. Didn’t buy it.
