Big Waves. Glassy Days
Shaka Sign. Tan Lines
Sticky Wax. No Shark Attacks
Dropping In. Adrenaline
Carving Tubes. Saying Dude
Cold Beer. No Fear
Clean Seas. Refreshing Breeze
Solitude. A Chilled Mood
Hang 10. It’s Summer Again
Gnarly Break. Tropical Shake
Salty Spray. Shred and Slay
Ridin’ the wave until the grave
The tide is high so don’t be shy
We love the motion of the ocean
A shell in your pocket
Sand in ya shoes
Rumbling bass of the bangers
The rays of the burning sun
360 aerial, rodeo flip, sick lip, bottom turn, cutback, gnarly carve, shakas bro
Slater to Fanning, to Medina, to Florеnce, to Kahanamoku
Spittin’ bars, breakin’ records
Big Wavеs. Glassy Days
Shaka Sign. Tan Lines
Sticky Wax. No Shark Attacks
Dropping In. Adrenaline
Carving Tubes. Saying Dude
Cold Beer. No Fear
Clean Seas. Refreshing Breeze
Solitude. A Chilled Mood
Hang 10. It’s Summer Again
Gnarly Break. Tropical Shake
Salty Spray. Shred and Slay
Critters crawlin’
My boy is ballin’
Pinch, nip, snap
All out attack
Somebody got a GOPRO to catch that
Rid’a’ those spas
Delete those pools
Life is the ocean, there are no rules
No need for tools
The surf is cool
Big Waves. Glassy Days
Shaka Sign. Tan Lines
Sticky Wax. No Shark Attacks
Dropping In. Adrenaline
Carving Tubes. Saying Dude
Cold Beer. No Fear
Clean Seas. Refreshing Breeze
Solitude. A Chilled Mood
Hang 10. It’s Summer Again
Gnarly Break. Tropical Shake
Salty Spray. Shred and Slay
Gnarly dude
Catch my shakas bro
Climbin’ the rocks
Protecting the fort
It’s the only thing I can do to save our sport
The reefs a blessing
Man, coral stop dying and stressing
I know what you’re thinking
What about the turtles?
The dolphins, the fish
They’re as cute as can be
They’re friendly, we're friendly
We’re hitchin’ a ride
Slippin’ and slidin’
We’re both glidin’
Through the slipstream every day
Currents to rips to whirls and swirls
Haters be findin’ this surf so boring, ya might as well go diving for pearls
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cookin’ up a campfire
“Don’t even know what a lip is. Shut up you liar”
Listen here young little boy
I tell you what a lip is
It’s the definition of the “L” to the “I” to the “P”
You know where I’m headed
You know where I belong
I’ll meet you at the sea
Big Waves. Glassy Days
Shaka Sign. Tan Lines
Sticky Wax. No Shark Attacks
Dropping In. Adrenaline
Carving Tubes. Saying Dude
Cold Beer. No Fear
Clean Seas. Refreshing Breeze
Solitude. A Chilled Mood
Hang 10. It’s Summer Again
Gnarly Break. Tropical Shake
Salty Spray. Shred and Slay
Wave riding, skimboarding, waterskiing
Whatever it’ll be
You know where you’ll find me
Whether it be the beach or the sea
Thongs, bananas, coconuts, hammocks, palms
Clenchin’ my board with sweaty arms
Pull out the binolculars
Peerin’ straight through
Watchin’ the sun set over the blue
At the top of the falls or the bottom of the darkest depths
I’ll be flowing
Just like a stream
Callin’ me a meme
Don’t you worry
It’s all connected
The lakes, the rivers, the oceans blue
Beaches are promises that stay true
Ridin’ my board all day long
Won’t stop even if I get something wrong
This is the life
Livin’ the dream
Welcome to paradise boys
I got the gang on my back
I’m not giving in
We’re not stoppin’ from anything
Sufer’s Paradise
Got the gang on my back
Get in the bin
We’re not stoppin’ from anything
I got the gang on my back
I’m not giving in
We’re not stoppin’ from anything
Sufer’s Paradise
Got the gang on my back
Get in the bin
We’re not stoppin’ from anything
That’s the story to me
Nothin’s washin’ my way
(whooh)
