[Verse 1]
Well there's no denying I come from the west
I'm used to palm trees and gold messy crest
In Santa Barbara, me oh my
You make my blood run true
But now I carry a butterfly knife
In the pocket of my shoe

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Well I was [?] walkin' down the street with cops [?]
And drunk college girls in the corner of my eye
When we got to the pad
They were bumpin' cocaine
And I cannot remember a thing

[Chorus 1]
In Vista city
So alive in my mind
Vista city
With the island in my eye

[Verse 2]
Well on the safari we fought by the cliffs
With blood on the concrete with sand on my lips
The glitchy trap house music
Bumped to the beat of the waves below
And in the kitchen they drew kitchen
Knives to make us go

[Bridge]
Well we [?]
And [?] and guitar necks
[?] than my way
Oh I would still do it again

[Chorus 2]
Well Vista city
So alive in my mind
Vista city
With the island in my eye

[Instrumental Outro]