Lyrics:
JUST THESE CRAZY SONGS.
D D G G
I WALKED DOWN BY THE RIVER, AND I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.
Em Em A7 D
YOU ALWAYS SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND THE WORDS I
there's no one here but me
So why do I still feel her?
[Chorus]
Isn't she long gone by now?
I heard she was livin' in a west coast town
Sellin'
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
Sunday nights in New Iberia flipping and turning corners
Sunday nights in Santa Rosa In Northern California
Sunday nights in Oxnard rolling posted by da
By any means
Like the minister
Nigga gone run up
Them integers
Nigga was serving
Like Wimbledon
Nigga
I'm always
Gone get it in
I had to raise me
we living lavish
What it’s gone be like when we living out there in Cali
Foreign cars we living lavish
Oh oh oh
I’m in California I just hopped off
I ain’t thinking clearly no I ain’t paying attention
Gone off psychedelics I ain’t no where near this planet
Breakthrough in my mental
Breakthrough
I
out where you're walking
On my way to California
I'm recalling that I got it
But they don't know what to call it
On my conscience I forgot it
They
shit, i'm gone spank shit like a whooping
Contemplating with my life, i'll kill myself cause opps wont do it
This my lowest low but I ain't never been so
many lost souls molded by a criminal mind?
From the bay in california to the streets of the east
Can't be no justice without no peace, believe
Life
wallet
Money stack up to the ceiling
City of double D
Haven't you gone by it
What you stack up to the ceiling
Money's a devil they tell 'em, but
Theresa is my friend
long after you've gone
and right by her side
I'll be singing
I don't got a lot to show
but what I do is for Theresa
and my bank
Talking so fast that you lost me
Blonde for you
Broken rules for you
Every single crisis in my conscience was diluted by the feeling of your touch
Blonde
we'll make you California
Times are so hard and I
I'm very superstitious, I'm afraid of broken mirrors
Time
It only slips away, another summer gone by
it out of state.
Cali-forn-ia
Big weight Drell in da A
Big skate bell full of hay
Bitch I'm like a snail in da race
The race to get slammed by da Jakes
my emotions rise tryna slide in them guts
Long dick style make you nut
Hit it from the back titties bouncing while I grip yo butt
California king bed
cuz I know I'll want you gone by The morning
Bundle up somehow it's getting cold in California
You're in lo
We went from a cab to my hotel room
I said
can't do
I drink henny for the pain now when I drink, I'm buyin' two
Miss my brother, he got jammed up by them boys that's wearin' blue
They done killed
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
be shy to get gone with the wind
Put on for my team, took off for the win
I’m a fly ass nigga, can’t copy my drip
You ain’t gettin’ no money, you ain’t
sleeping in
Days seem like they're decades
And minutes pass like years gone by
But still i sit here wasting the time of my life
California dreaming
comfort in her time of need
You knew that we had plans for San Francisco in September
But I didn't see California in her eyes
And by the end of summer,
it seems its days are numbered on the board
And I feel sad about the railroad and it's no wonder
It would run right by my door
I can't hear it
it seems its days are numbered on the board
And I feel sad about the railroad and it's no wonder
It would run right by my door
I can't hear it
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