The coastline too cinematic, pulled up where the water meets the sand

She said the drive felt like a movie, had her leanin' out with both hands

Windows down, the light was golden, she ain't even know the plan

Took the long route just to see it, scenic like a foreign land

Uh, alright, everybody clockin' when we stepped out of the whip

She had the lens up before I parked, already on some other trip

Salt air hittin' different when you got the right one on your hip

Whole beach turned to watch us walk, didn't have to say a thing

Sand between the feet, she started posing on the rocks

Afternoon just hit its peak, the shadows lookin' proper on the shots

Every angle she composed, she ain't even need a lot

Pulled up to the strip that night, marina full of yachts

Take a look at the water wrong, it's a life of squintin' can't just stare

She wanted somewhere worth the drive, already knew exactly where

Gold and bad, couldn't change the route, I was already there

Pulled up where the big ones dock, took the shot right there

Convertible, the outside clean, the inside soft like a magazine

Drive felt like a film she'd seen, said it didn't feel like it was real

Coastline curves through every scene, she was leaning out between

Couldn't script the way it looked, somethin' 'bout that golden feel

The way that we moved, no filter, the frame was already right

Everybody at the shore line turned to look at us twice

Didn't clock it till she mentioned it, heads were turning all night

Walked the dock at half eleven, yachts all lit in white

Told her dress for something open, she said what's the destination, uh

She looked like she already knew but still performed the conversation, nah

She's effortless, it's inconvenient for my concentration, uh

Every frame she's in just looks like it's a magazine publication

I'm low-key, still pulled up where the money parks its boats

Ordered something cold, she ordered something cold to post

Bar right on the water, all the right ones there to toast

Somebody tried to look too long, that's when I got close

This ain't just a day out, it's a whole production

Harbour full of steel and glass, she wanted that introduction

Table by the railing, city lights, no interruption

Still loading on her camera roll, that's the caption for the function, uh alright

Take a look at the water wrong, it's a life of squintin' can't just stare

She wanted somewhere worth the drive, already knew exactly where

Gold and bad, couldn't change the route, I was already there

Pulled up where the big ones dock, took the shot right there