Lyrics:
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
Man I'm just trying to find
My way in, I'm waiting
I'll just be on my mind
Yeah I'm one of a kind
I always grind
When the struggle comes by
Man I'm
always called her my sunshine
We speak everyday only text sometimes
Around the way girl cuz she lives close by
And oh my you're so gorgeous
Skin so
We're all kicking, we're all screaming
We're all sleeping at the wheel
We're all California dreaming
Playing house and paying bills
We're all
know how to store it
Cannot file it away, so it hovers in our energy, stagnant
A lost document
So it went
Southern California, five years old in
it's crazy I think I
Run it run it run it back put on the huncho dubai cactus jack
Fuck on our opps then smoke up on their pack rand by the hundred bag
low
Live fast drive slow
Get money stay low
Live fast drive slow
I wanna buy nice things
I wanna car and a watch and a crib
We wanna live like kings
Do
niggas shoot
I'm from the Bronx you could tell by my boots
Timberlands unlaced
It was sickening collecting chump change
Ain't religious ain't go to church
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
order plenty ammunition for the
Enemies that I got i'm the King
I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band
I'm annoying to rappers
There are babies with guns beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs
& written by Leon Tschernawin
And getting money is hereditary
That California kush got my
Eyes red as cherries
These bitches waiting on they next pay day
I'm in a XK-8
With the body
far away, one day for
Just one taste of
Strawberries and some island honey by the beachside, bless me, diving into holy water
Skylines in
live and she know she know, oh I can feel it oh I really need that one last taste of
(Chorus)
Strawberries and some island honey by the beachside,
out a call
And I'll see you on the coast
All bullshit roll's west
Collects the lonely ghosts
In California
I'm waiting for ya
In California
I've got
out a call
And I'll see you on the coast
All bullshit roll's west
Collects the lonely ghosts
In California
I'm waiting for ya
In California
I've got
status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas
in, in
Stop, don’t you feel the tension in this place?
Hearts drop at the mention of correction there is hate
By the Kings command I address you in His
all by tomorrow
Like I've ruined everything in the past
I'm a tragedy that's waiting to happen
If I'd a nickel for each word I say
I'd be the king
does not give a shit about a reasonable doubt
Agrees with Blue Lives Matter and would replace pretty much the entire state of California
He has
I know that must annoy him
When I see him it's on sight no way I would avoid him
Don't slip into a life you never knew you could live
Doing things by
alone
45 King, Chill Rob and Apache, Flavor you
Peace to [Name] and the Naughty By Nature crew
My brothers in PE worked it out
Kwamé, Kid'n Play,
to get next to them, sometimes I want to drive them all away
Say: You're not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet
I
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