cali bound

Verse 1: “Left my toque and poutine behind, No more shoveling driveways, I’ve hit rewind, Highway 97’s a memory, traded snow for sand, Now I’m cruising down PCH, yeah, I’ve got new plans. From the blizzards to the palm trees, it’s a brand new day, No frostbite mornings, just the ocean’s sway. Say goodbye to the goose-down, I’m done with the freeze, Flipped the script, now it’s sun-soaked ease.” Chorus: “From the snow to the sun, yeah, I’m finally free, Where the waves kiss the sand, and it’s seventy degrees. No more parkas, no more ice, just palm trees in my view, Trading maple leaves for sunsets, California, I’m with you.” Verse 2: “Hollywood lights and city nights, Where every corner’s a new delight. From ice rinks to skateboards, now I’m rolling free, Cali dreaming’s the life for me. Got fresh avocados, sipping on my green, It’s yoga on the beach, yeah, you know what I mean. No more snow boots or slush-covered streets, Just rooftop vibes and endless beats.” Chorus: “From the snow to the sun, yeah, I’m finally free, Where the waves kiss the sand, and it’s seventy degrees. No more parkas, no more ice, just palm trees in my view, Trading maple leaves for sunsets, California, I’m with you.” Bridge: “Got maple in my veins, but Cali in my heart, From the Rockies to the beaches, every day’s a fresh start. Sunshine’s calling, can’t ignore the sound, From the cold to the gold, I’ve finally found my ground. Yeah, I’ll miss the northern lights and that Montreal vibe, But the West Coast life, man, it’s just my tribe.” Verse 3: “Now I’m sipping lattes, hiking canyon trails, No more winter tires, just convertibles and sails. Dodging paparazzi? Nah, I’m just here for the ride, From the Great White North to the Great Pacific tide. From the hockey rinks to beach volleyball scenes, Life in technicolor, living California dreams. No more scraping ice, just chasing that breeze, From the cold to the coast, yeah, I’m living with ease.” Chorus (Final): “From the snow to the sun, yeah, I’m finally free, Where the waves kiss the sand, and it’s seventy degrees. No more parkas, no more ice, just palm trees in my view, Trading maple leaves for sunsets, California, I’m with you.” Outro: “California, I’m with you… Yeah, I’m with you…”