Testo Newport Beach - Xan Griffin, Beau Rich

Newport Beach

Woke up on the floor
In the place somehow I feel I don’t belong
Even though I know I’m probably in the wrong
For some reason, I just feel like holding on
Fuck it but it’s wrong
Grab some coffee
Hit the each and take it slow
Barefoot walkin' in the streets, no care at all
Lookin' up at everything
I don’t deserve this, It’s so picture perfect
Is this a dessert or a beach
The water seems so far away from the street
Am I in heaven or a dream
The more I look around
How could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
How could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
Place like-
But, how could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
How could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
Place like-
So much baggage, I can’t carry it at all
Fake a smile, as the world is movin' close
'Cause I don’t want to be caught up in it all (oh yeah)
Don’t picture the ocean
Just to wash all the night off
Headin' back to the open
Start to think about life more
Close my eyes and it seems
As I meditate and breath
That all my problems
Could be someone else’s dreams
But, how could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
How could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
Place like-
But, how could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
How could you be mad in a place like this?
How could you be sad in a place like this?
Place like-