[Intro] Fold-out chairs on the concrete Cheap beer sweating in the sunlight Backyard packed like a playground California day feeling right (oh yeah) [Verse] Kids run laps through the sprinklers Crocs kicked off in the wet grass Tía on the phone with the pictures Showing everybody what we just passed Red cups lined on the fence post Old dog begging by the table Bluetooth speaker in the window Buzzing every time it loses cable Neighbor yelling “turn it down” Then he walks in, grabs a plate Dominoes slam on the table Trash talk flying, everybody late Coolers full of melted ice Somebody lost the bottle cap Auntie made the beans too spicy Everybody talking ’bout that Smoke in the air, sunscreen in the breeze Fresh fade itching under ball cap Sun dropping slow over stucco walls Sky blush orange, soft and flat Speaker hits that oldie everybody knows Whole yard singing every line (hey!) [Chorus] Back yard party in California Grass stain laughter on my shoes We don’t own much but we own this moment Paper plates, big dreams, good food Back yard party in California Plastic tables, sky turning gold If the cops roll up, tell ’em slide a chair up ’Cause this story gotta be told (woah) [Verse] Little cousin in the corner doing TikToks Grandma asking “what dance is that?” She tries once, almost trips, starts laughing Everybody filming, can’t hold back Car pulling up with the trunk too loud Two dudes dragging in more meat Bag of limes rolling out on the driveway Somebody kicks ’em back with their feet Chips disappear before the dip hits Somebody yelling “who ate all that?” Wine stain spreading on the tablecloth They just flip it, use the other half Sprinkler head snapping when the ball lands Water shooting sideways at the crew Nobody panics, we just scream and scatter Then stand soaking, posing for the group [Breakdown] Lights strung sloppy on the patio rail Half of them flicker, half stay dark Cousin fixing bulbs with a butter knife Sparks jump once, crowd shouts “start!” Porch step turning to the DJ booth Phone in hand, thumb on queue People yelling “play that one song” He just smirks like “I got you” Two-stepping on uneven concrete Crooked line dance by the trash can Somebody auntie moving smooth, so smooth She teaching strangers with a handstand Sudden breeze through the citrus trees Leaves clap soft like they approve Whole yard swaying in the twilight Like the whole block shifted its mood [Chorus – DJ Flip] Back yard party in California (ay) Grass stain laughter on my shoes (on my shoes) We don’t own much but we own this moment Paper plates, big dreams, good food (say good food) Back yard party in California Plastic tables, sky turning gold If the cops roll up, tell ’em slide a chair up ’Cause this story gotta be told [Late Night] Late night, kids knocked out on couches Cartoons looping in the back room Baby monitor crackling on the counter While the grown folks hum in tune Cooler now just floating bottles One last soda, half-warm, half-flat Cards back out, stakes get serious Five-dollar bills in a wrinkled stack Someone starts preaching on the future How we all gon’ get that place With a pool, real lawn, big driveway But they smile, looking ’round this space ’Cause the yard ain’t much but it holds us Patch of dirt, fence leaning sore Still feel rich when the jokes start hitting Like the whole world lives next door [Final Hook] Phone lights up for the group shot Tripod propped on a busted crate We cram in tight, arms over shoulders Someone yells “don’t blink, don’t wait” Back yard party in California Last flash, sky fading blue We don’t own much but we own this moment Whole world living in this view Back yard party in California Plastic tables, hearts all full If the cops roll up, tell ’em get in closer This our story, let it roll.
