[Verse 1]

Let the camera be my eyes

Been walkin' out my door and takin' pictures through a lens of mine

Bored on The Hill don't stop me there

Hop the T I'm shoppin' up at Copley Square

Maybe hit the Seacoast and I'll dream about a beach house

Sneak onto a porch and scream about all of the feelings that I got

In my pocket, pocket

Till then I'm just talkin', talkin'...

[Pre Chorus]

I've been missing since the weekend

Ask myself what are you thinking

No reply, no surprise

I've been planning since I met you

Though it's hard to with the sun up in my eyes, paid the price

[Chorus]

Blowin' fire like the Santa Anas

When I die wanna panoramic view

Raise a toast for the East Coast, Atlantic

Never tried it was automatic with you

[Verse 2]

I was westside by Pacific

Came home with the same flow prolific

From the southside outside no different

So Imma go get it, and you can hop on it

But not until I'm finished

I saw you caught up on a weekend, yeah

I thought about it oh believe me, yeah

[Pre Chorus]

I've been missing since the weekend

Ask myself what are you thinking

No reply, no surprise

I've been planning since I met you

Though it's hard to with the sun up in my eyes, paid the price

[Chorus]

Blowin' fire like the Santa Anas

When I die wanna panoramic view

Raise a toast for the East Coast, Atlantic

Never tried it was automatic with you