Verse 1
Catch me on the coast with a sixer of beer
Fuckin off of work til I get outta here
Yea I ghost
Just to roast

Bayou on the boat to the Paradise pier
Throttle pulling back we continue to steer
And the host
Makes a toast
(we toast to)

Chorus
Pensacola Beach
Eat at Peg Leg Pete's
Watching Blues in the sand
We're getting hella tan

Pensacola Beach
Red snapper to eat
Drinking on repeat
At Odd Colony

Verse 2
Singles from the wall as I fill up on beer
At McGuire's with a steak rare, people are near
And I hope
That I don't
Catch the host

Bayou on the boat past the Bonifay mere
Bayview in the rear past the three-mile pier
And I hope
That the bridge
Stays afloat
(we toast to)

Chorus
Pensacola Beach
Eat at Joe Patti's
Panhandle for cash
Camp at the overpass

Pensacola Beach
Livin ain't so cheap
Hurricane Sally
Fucked my insurance fees

Pensacola Beach 
Where the COVID is free
Mullet toss is a scene
Redneck no vaccine

Pensacola Beach
Eat at Peg Leg Pete's
Watching Blues in the sand
We're getting hella tan

Pensacola Beach
Livin ain't so cheap
Rent's due in a week
It's too hot to sleep

Pensacola Beach
Where the COVID is free
Mullet toss is a scene
Redneck no vaccine

Pensacola Beach (Demo)

Verse 1
I tried to run away down South
Big trucks, big wheels, lifted up
Stay homebound, ain't muddy
No brains, no money

There's still no other way about
The fact I'm here, Florida Man
Headlines all seem funny
Shameless rule by money

Chorus
I know that tax is low
It ain't like NYC
Gun totin' homophobes
Don't mention race theory

Make you pray the gay away
And teachers can't say shit
Home to fascist billionaires
And the governor's a dick!

Verse 2
Though I've always had my doubts
Sometimes I fear speaking out
Transplants all look scummy
No brains, just money

When the locals say "get out"
Go back up North, Florida Man
Headlines all seem funny
Til state becomes the country

Chorus
I know that tax is low
It ain't like NYC
Gun totin' homophobes
Don't mention race theory

Make you pray the gay away
And teachers can't say shit
Home to fascist billionaires
And the governor's a dick!

Outro
I thought that I was moving to paradise
White sand beaches and drinks

I thought that I was livin at Disney
Turns out that that was a dream

Instead I'm standing in line at the Publix
Bitching to anybody

Tryna change where I'm living, I'll stay here
Just want the people to see

Geronimo's Ghost