Boardwalk 2 backroads

Boardwalk 2 Backroads Cali Lunatic aka Whiteside Westcoast 2 West Virginia – 300 Bars Straight Fire, No Hook, Pure Lunatic Flow Step off the boardwalk Venice Beach sand in my Timbs Pacific waves crash but my mind already on them Appalachian rims Cali lunatic Whiteside the name certified insane From palm trees swayin to hollers where the moonshine rain Boardwalk vendors sellin tacos I’m flippin bars like crypto West Virginia backroads callin dirt paths where the hills go I-40 eastbound trunk full of that LA loud Crossin state lines still reppin that 310 crowd Hollywood sign fade in the rearview neon dreams turn to coal dust West Virginia welcome Wild and Wonderful yeah that’s us Lunatic mode swervin through them hairpin curves Cali to the coalfields turnin every backroad into verses Boardwalk freaks dancin under lights I’m dancin with the ghosts Holler spirits whisper secrets pour me up that white lightning toast Whiteside the alias white lines on the dash but never the nose Pure gas in the tank pure fire in the prose From Santa Monica Pier to the New River Gorge drop Adrenaline junkie lunatic never wanna stop West Coast bounce in my step now it’s mountain mama twang Still spittin like Dre but the echo hit different when the hollers sang Boardwalk 2 backroads convertible top down in the rain Thunder in the hills louder than any LA gangbang Cali lunatic pullin up in a lifted Silverado Mud on the tires mud on the flow that’s how we roll bro Venice boardwalk chess players schemin I’m schemin on the next bar West Virginia coal miners noddin respect the grind from afar 310 to 304 area code switch same hustle Lunatic brain twist the map make the whole country my muscle Palm trees to pine trees ocean breeze to mountain freeze Whiteside still hot boilin like moonshine in the trees Boardwalk skaters ollie backroad four-wheelers muddin I’m the bridge lunatic cable car no fear of the sudden From In-N-Out double double to pepperoni rolls on the run Cali dreams meet WV soul now the real feast begun Pacific time zone to Eastern clocks flip but the time mine Spittin deep no rewind straight climb Lunatic in the holler echo off the hickory bark Boardwalk memories fade but the fire stay sparked Whiteside the outlaw cross-country desperado From Venice canals to the Cheat River shadow West Coast G-funk now it’s Appalachian trap Banjo under the 808 make the whole state clap Boardwalk hawkers yellin prices backroad silence yellin peace I take both lunatic feast never cease Cali plates on the truck WV tags in my heart Two worlds collide I’m the lunatic spark From surfboard wax to four-wheeler tracks Whiteside paint the map no turnin back Boardwalk nights lit with LEDs and fake smiles Backroad nights lit with stars and real trials Lunatic laugh echo through the Monongahela fog Still reppin that Pacific but the mountains my new log From Santa Monica to Morgantown scream it loud Whiteside the connector boardwalk dreamer to backroad schemer Cali lunatic forever but WV the redeemer Waves to winding roads salt air to fresh pine I’m the rhyme that binds the lunatic design Boardwalk tarot readers say my future wild Backroad tarot in the cards moonshine child From Compton corners to coal camp corners Same struggle different zip no mourners West Coast to West Virginia I’m the postal service with the bars Deliver heat in every holler every star Lunatic speed pedal to the metal on them switchbacks Boardwalk flashbacks hit harder than a heart attack Whiteside the alias real name irrelevant Only the flow matter the rest is irrelevant From Venice Beach bikes to Harleys in the hollers Two-wheel dreams switch to four-wheel gravel swallowers Cali sun on my back now it’s WV frost on the collar Lunatic switch lanes never holler for a follower Boardwalk breakers breakin waves I break the sound barrier Backroad runners runnin game I’m the game carrier From Pacific Coast Highway to Route 50 twist Every mile a new verse every hill a new list Whiteside the bridge builder connect the disconnected Cali crazy meets mountain steady unexpected Lunatic flow never slow even when the road narrow Boardwalk carnival lights fade to firefly glow In-N-Out animal style now it’s ramp festival wild Pepperoni roll grease on the wheel still smilin From surf shops to bait shops same hustle different bait I bait the beat hookless still make em salivate West Virginia welcome sign read it and weep Cali license plate still ridin deep Lunatic in the cut cuttin through the fog like a blade Boardwalk memories replayed in the holler serenade From LA traffic jam to empty mountain pass Same speed same gas same lunatic class Whiteside alias stick like graffiti on the wall Cross country king no crown just the raw call Boardwalk to backroads convertible dreams in the dirt Thunder rollin louder than any LA flirt Cali lunatic certified certified in both states 304 plates now but 310 in my veins From Venice boardwalk drum circles to banjo pickin nights WHITESIIIIDE BIIIIYAAAATCH