[Intro — ocean waves / muted guitar] Yeah… Golden hour on the Pacific… 808s in the distance… Tribal Souls. Let it ride. [Verse 1 — West Coast Rap] Sun dropping low, painting fire on the bay, Cruising with the windows down, letting worries fade, Palm trees dancing while the rhythm hits the street, Reggae in the speakers with that West Coast heat. Got a little sand on the shoes, little salt on the skin, Another long week but tonight we just live, No destination, just follow that glow, Where the ocean meets the sky and the warm winds blow. 805 in the heartbeat, California in the soul, Every mile on the highway got a story to unfold, Friends in the ride and the bassline knocking, Sun disappears but the party keeps popping. [Hook — Sung] Pacific afterglow, shining on me, Golden skies stretching over the sea, Let the rhythm carry wherever we go, Tribal Souls underneath the Pacific afterglow. [Verse 2 — Rap] Night falls slowly, but the energy stays, Bonfire sparks rising into purple haze, Guitar strings ringing with a laid-back sound, Barefoot people moving when the bass comes around. We came from the pressure, learned to appreciate peace, Found a little freedom where the pavement meets the beach, No need for a mansion, no need for a throne, Give me good people and a place I call home. Life moves fast, so I’m taking it slow, Letting every little moment become part of the show, Tomorrow got problems, but tonight’s not the night, We’re chasing that feeling underneath moonlight. [Bridge — Reggae Groove] Ride with me… Leave the heavy weight behind, Let the ocean clear your mind, One more song before we go, Dancing underneath that glow. [Verse 3 — Rap] Late-night highway, headlights cutting through, Pacific on the left and that California moon, Bassline bouncing like a heartbeat in the car, Dreaming about tomorrow while remembering how far. Every setback made the vision more clear, Every hard road brought another reason to cheer, Now we’re standing together with the whole crew close, Making memories that’ll last when the summer is gone. So raise up the volume, let the speakers breathe, Throw your hands up if you’re feeling what we feel, From the coastline streets to wherever we roam, Tribal Souls bringing that West Coast feeling home. [Final Hook] Pacific afterglow, shining on me, Golden skies stretching over the sea, Let the rhythm carry wherever we go, Tribal Souls underneath the Pacific afterglow. [Outro] Ocean breeze… Moon above… Good people… Good vibes… Tribal Souls. Keep riding.
