1993 Songtext
von Surfer Girl

I′m keen to leave
I need a change of scenery
We got the top off on the jeep
We rocking west out to the east side

Under the trees
I tell the skeptics rest in peace
Ever since nineteen ninety three
Been treating life like it's a freestyle

Meanwhile I been in the cold
Work my hands down to the bone
Got the pusher man on speed dial
We place an order to go
So ready to leave home
Got me chuckin′ up the peace sign


Let's jump jump
Til we're outta frame
Won′t sell my soul
That ain′t no price to pay
Run run
Til we're out of range
Let′s set our sights on
Them gold brighter days

Hurry up up, let's hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time

Let′s hurry up up, let's hurry up up
So we can take our sweet sweet time

Straight shot to the bodega
I′m hunting down a Lucy
Cool like refrigerator with last night's leftover sushi
I was born to bring the flavor
Seems to be going smoothly
I can't catch the paper without acting lil kooky
I′m a ′65 rag top with a pretty finish
Drag racing past, ya nothing but witty gimmicks
Flooring arm and arm pass the spliff at city limits
Watchin' us wave goodbye


Let′s jump jump
Til we're outta frame
Won′t sell my soul
That ain't no price to pay
Run run
Til we′re out of range
Let's set our sights on
Them gold brighter days

Hurry up up, let's hurry up up
So we can take our sweet time

Let′s hurry up up, let′s hurry up up
So we can take our sweet sweet sweet sweet time