I probably believe ya 70 degrees with a little breeze This is what we dream of Make love Sunshine with the brown eyes Sipping Mai Thais This the summer of the free ones Or something like that Get a little drunk Sitting in the trunk Learning how to relax No rehab I'll be that Psychic in your mind Doing everything on time You got Lemons on your tree Let me take you to the beach Open up I give you keys My love Don't give up You got what you need I am simply here to see All your greatness come to be But also I gotta mention I got no direction I floating through a sea Of stupid shit that I'm regretting So lets just break the tension Make love till the sun comes up Give you two thumbs up I know I'm awkward Did you get that Probably rather be inside of my head I'm sick of breaking the bread I left you on read I see you in public Now my face is all red Shit I probably shouldn't have a phone That goes for all of us I guess I probably believe ya 70 degrees with a little breeze This is what we dream of Make love Sunshine with the brown eyes Sipping Mai Thais This the summer of the free ones Or something like that Get a little drunk Sitting in the trunk Learning how to relax No rehab I'll be that Psychic in your mind Doing everything on time Or something like that