Boardwalk 2 backroads

Step off the coastline Malibu waves still crashin in my ears Pacific salt on my tongue but Bluefield creekside already near Cali lunatic Whiteside certified insane from the jump From Venice boardwalk chaos to Mercer County backroad bump Coastline palm trees dancin now it’s hickory and pine sway Bluefield welcome sign glowin where the coal trains play PCH traffic jam fade as I-40 eastbound eat the miles Trunk full of LA loud turn the hollers into aisles Hollywood neon dreams dissolve into Bluefield mountain mist Lunatic mode activated every switchback twist Cali to the coalfields Whiteside never miss a beat Creekside water rushin louder than any Venice street Coastline convertible top down rain mixin with the fog Bluefield creekside pullin me like a outlaw log From In-N-Out animal to pepperoni rolls on the dash Cali dreams collide with Bluefield soul in a flash Pacific time zone flip to Eastern but the time still mine Spittin coastline bars while the creekside echoes shine Lunatic in the cut cuttin through the Bluefield fog like blades Coastline memories replayed in the holler serenades Whiteside the alias white lines on the map never the nose Pure fire in the prose pure gas where the creekside flows From Santa Monica pier drop to the Tug Fork river bend Adrenaline junkie lunatic never hit the end West Coast bounce in my step now it’s mountain drawl twang Still spittin like the streets but the creekside hollers sang Coastline 2 creekside convertible dreams in the mud Thunder in the Bluefield hills louder than any LA flood Cali lunatic pullin up lifted on them gravel roads Mud on the tires mud on the flow that’s how the story goes Venice chess players schemin now it’s Bluefield porch checkers Respect the grind from the field to the coal camp wreckers 310 to 304 area code switch same savage hustle Lunatic brain twist the map make Bluefield my muscle Palm trees to pine ridges ocean breeze to creek freeze Whiteside still boilin like moonshine in the Bluefield trees Coastline skaters ollie creekside four-wheelers splashin I’m the bridge lunatic cable no fear of the crashin From surf wax on the board to deer tracks in the clay Cali plates on the truck Bluefield tags in my DNA Coastline nights lit with LEDs and fake wave smiles Creekside nights lit with stars and real Bluefield trials Lunatic laugh echo off the East River Mountain wall Still reppin that Pacific but the creekside my new call From Venice canals flow to the Bluestone Creek shadow West Coast G-funk now Appalachian trap in the meadow Banjo under the 808 make the whole Mercer clap Coastline hawkers yellin prices creekside silence yellin peace I take both lunatic feast never cease Cali plates rustin but the engine never stall in Bluefield air Two worlds collide I’m the lunatic flare From PCH curves to Route 52 twist and grind Whiteside paint the map no rewind Coastline tarot readers say my future wild and free Creekside cards show moonshine child in the creekside key From LA blocks to Bluefield blocks same fire same smoke Different zip different folk same desire to provoke West Coast to Bluefield I’m the postal service with the bars Deliver heat in every holler every star Lunatic speed pedal metal on them mountain switchbacks Coastline flashbacks hit harder than a heart attack Whiteside alias real name irrelevant Only the flow matter rest irrelevant From Venice Beach bikes to Harleys on the creekside gravel Two-wheel dreams switch to four-wheel mud battle Cali sun on my back now Bluefield frost on the collar Lunatic switch lanes never holler for a follower Coastline breakers breakin waves I break the sound in the hollers Creekside runners runnin game I’m the game caller From Pacific Coast Highway to the Big Ugly stretch Every mile a new verse every ridge a fresh sketch Whiteside the bridge builder connect the disconnected coast Cali crazy meets Bluefield steady unexpected ghost Lunatic flow never slow even when the road narrow and mean Coastline carnival lights fade to Bluefield firefly gleam In-N-Out double double now ramp festival wild in the field Pepperoni roll grease still smilin on the wheel From surf shops to bait shops same hustle different hook I bait the beat hookless still make the whole creek look Bluefield welcome sign read it and weep the coast is gone Cali license plate still ridin deep till the dawn Lunatic in the cut cuttin through the fog like a switchblade Coastline memories replayed in the creekside serenade From LA traffic gridlock to empty Bluefield mountain pass Same speed same gas same lunatic class Whiteside alias stick like graffiti on the coal train wall Cross country king no crown just the raw call Coastline to creekside convertible dreams in the dirt and stone Thunder rollin louder than any Venice zone Cali lunatic certified in both worlds state to state Bluefield air crisp keep the mind straight From Venice drum circles to porch banjo pickin nights WHITE MAFUCKIN SIIDE BIYATCHEZ.....CALI LUNATIC