[Verse 1: Natalie Sullivan]
Bay swinging, feeling the breeze
Everybody, won’t you come follow me?
Tired feet, buckled knees,
Flying free on every city street
Fiery skin as bold as the Golden Gate,
Take a trip to the Haight where we'd wash all our cares away
Sun drenched and fog stained,
Little pieces of Heaven remain
Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hills, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 2: The Wilde]
Sometimes it seems the cycle never ends, so when it does
You gotta go and find some inner peace again
Then you have to grow out of your winter beats and mend
You can finally switch your style up and go and call some friends
You can hit up corona heights
And look down on the little lights
That brighten up the city night
Find kairos in this shitty life
Everyone is black and white
And they can only see a slice
But we can see life's color types
As the sun and the horizon fight
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
We take. each day, one at, a time, bring it on
No posts or pictures, document with songs
I appreciate the moments then I'm moving right along
An 8 bit man in a high res land
Like digital clock with some analog hands
I lose myself on these streets, often fall and I stumble
But the canopy is green in the concrete jungle
Up on the hills, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 3: The Wilde & Authentic]
I’m trying to capture the sky
Lean back, hit it, realx
I’m barely thinking
Instead of asking them why
That’s all they had to provide
I’m just passing them by
Like fuck you, it’s on me now
Window down and I’m blowing green out
Fuck a OZ, burn a whole tree down
I said, let me provide what you need
If you’re down for the ride, shit I got an extra seat
We got some candy bars and dozen pints of microbrew
We got a couple scars and been branded with panoramic views
Not enamored by the glamour yammered by a chosen few
We rather just get hammered as we try to spit the blues
We bet on how far we could toss our phones
We reach back to go, but too scared to throw
And we wonder how long we can live like this
While we inch towards the ledge at the top of the cliff

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 4: The Wilde & Authentic]
I know of a place where the skies golden
You and I know it wake up realize your Mind holds it
I Try foldin my thoughts into my pocket,
Hit the road off to a spot to gather the thoughts
Climb the dusty ridge and leave your problems at the bottom
Don't slip on the gravel I'm not trippin just careful
Sit up on the highest rock breathe it in and take stock
This is why the finer things are found and not bought
And I don't have a flow that could explain
What left of me remains as I sit and wait for the rain
Down screams like it's real life garden state
Apologize and take a hit like sorry I just couldn't wait
Wait for a minute that's way too much weight off my chest
Small words big world tryna make it I guess
Follow the road god only knows, listen receive
Loud and clear, out here, nothing to believe