K-Town Chronicles

[Verse] Rolling through Kelseyville, pockets full, nothing ill, Main Street booming, like a carnival thrill, Town so small, big dreams never shrink, Blue Ridge view got me feeling on the brink. [Chorus] Kelseyville, where the vines grow fine, Big lake glistens, poppin’ all the time, Old school vibe, beats outta line, Here we rise, no need to refine. [Verse 2] Cars cruising slow, bass hits low, Farm fresh produce, got that glow, Community tight, fam tighter yet, K-Town pride, never forget. [Bridge] Gravel roads kick dust, heartbeats bust, Memories linger, vintage cars rust, Hustle through vineyards, opportunities handpicked, Sunsets dip, on that Cali script. [Verse 3] Locals got the sauce, BBQ smoke, Live bands rockin’, not a town of folk, Festivals loud, energy unchained, Kelseyville spirit, never once tamed. [Chorus] Kelseyville, where the vines grow fine, Big lake glistens, poppin’ all the time, Old school vibe, beats outta line, Here we rise, no need to refine.