Black nails, mini skirt, ridin shotgun 3oh!3 on the beat In the hot sun Ex-boy want beef Yeah I got some Ex-boy, yeah you know he'll be the last one Forget about all the paranoia We're drivin drop top to California I told you that I always would adore ya So lets get out of here Will you be my alibi To leave this town And never come back? It's a one way road And I'm never coming home Cover up, cover up our tracks And leave this town behind This joyride will take us This joyride can't break us down Foot to the floor I don't wanna be here anymore Smokin on the freeway Lightin up a Backwood Feet up on the dash While she's puffin on that good kush Let's get high and forget about our hometown 405, PCH until sundown