High tides up And water's coming in on the shore Usually wait until vacation But i sure can't take your city anymore Works been held That rush hour traffic's never been a breeze Ain't no hustle where i'm going Just a warm trade wind blowing through the trees I don't need no sympathy 'cause that won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery, had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress, chillaxin I could fire up my old motor cycle And head up to the country where it's green Maybe head up to montana But there's something about the ocean that's surreal Fifteen hundred miles Still got seven hundred left to do But it don't seem like forever When you know that you're out running the blues I don't need no sympathy 'cause that won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery, had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress, chillaxin There's a warm in a bottle, wild shot on the table With some salt and lime and some mezcal Maybe i'll be able to find my paradise Put this broken world on ice, chillaxing High tides up And the water's coming in on the shore I usually wait until vacation But i just can't take your city anymore