Lyrics:
a better way
I had to sell my car for money
Now I'll never find a honey
But I sleep down by the bay
And now I'm stuck in California
The sun is shining all
He knows he's cute
Takes selfies alone in his bathroom
Loves his family but doesn't love you
Far too many girls he's into
Heart breaker with
Saw me on the way down to Southern California
Gonna need some room in the car for ya
I want you on the road with us
Cuz I can't wait
To spend my days
V1) I left home again this mornin'
Not knowing where you are or what I'm gonna do
Girl, you left me without warning
Lord, I wish
Yeehaw (LA)
Yeehaw (California)
I be straight grindin I'm trynna get it goin
Fools talk a lot a real mothafucka show it
Swhy I stay busy girl it aint
Cause I'm focusing on being by your side
cnd I know you're sick of that nine to five
So let's take a chance on that second ride
The phone rings, and to my
I just need some of your lovey dovey kisses they set my soul free
You must be special, a California girlie for a cowboy like me
I just need some
never last
But we're both the same
And I don't know what deterred you
You're from California but you're
Far from normal but I don't want to
But you're
a sign, that pointed left to right
Give me a little something, give me a little something
Word by word and paint by number
Take this girl lightning
to the Cha Cha
Go ahead girl, let the whole world watcha
You know I want you, yo te quiero
You can be my gata and I can be your perro
Game tight, much
to the Cha Cha
Go ahead girl, let the whole world watcha
You know I want you, yo te quiero
You can be my gata and I can be your perro
Game tight, much
home?
I fuck with shawty 'cause she trap out like Griselda
Can't even lie, girl, you the one, like why the fuck we not together?
He could be rich,
California girl
You remind me of all the things that were
It doesn't matter anymore
'Cause now you're a movie star
Tell all the people that you've moved
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
like that
Get busy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that ain't no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 BEAT
So
There are times to remember and times that I wish to forget
Our time together was tinged with love and regret
Oh my girl, my sweet, sweet little
brought up in Gardena California
Uh she started tuggin' an rubbin' on the Swoop
I'm wastin' my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
Uh you didn't know I
Girl
If I never do you well, I no fit rest, oh
(oh) girl
I want you by my side everyday
Me no go fit to use you play
No matter what them people say
We don't know who we are
Do I know who I am or what I'm gonna be
Not by far
And we always change our plans
It must be hard
To finally find yourself
his friends like Amazon trees
In the jungle of love he's Dr. Freeze
He got a nasty habit, yes he's got a disease
That he gave to a lovely girl
on bercardi tryna get lit with you
We been getting too high, let the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Girl let me give you my sweatshirt
Bub-bub-bub-bubblin' crude.
We-we-well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
The kinfolk said: "Jed, move away from there."
He said: "California is
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
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