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at? (where you at?)
Where you at? (where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?

My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My
at? (where you at?)
Where you at? (where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?

My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My
For the Anaheim, Azusa, and Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, and Timing Association 
They wear organdy dresses and high-button shoes 
They
wanna say hey
See if you wanna meet up at our spot in Anaheim (way down in Anaheim)
It'd be nice to see you (take me back) 
Anyways, I guess call me back?
California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right

Will every
California sun has sunk
Behind Anaheim Hills, here comes tonight
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Ana feel alright

Will every crimmin
and the booze
'Cause tonight we're going to the Anaheim House of Blues

Don't do anything crazy
Like defecate in your pants because you're lazy

Oh, put away that
good enough to try

I wasted my time
It took me ages to be fine
Nights in Anaheim
Can't you read between the lines?
Are you not just fuckin' tryin?

I
of
The lovin' I've been missing

And now she wanna take me back
Now she wanna take me back, ay
Back to our place down in Anaheim
We can go when the sun's shining
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim (no)
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (oh)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like it's Dippin'
I’ma Anaheim boy with a halo on my Hat
I go off on every beat and it’s murder On the case
On some west coast shit, so you Know i need the bass
On a paper
Skateboards, BMX and our guitars
But we never got that far
Even though it had to end
I'm proud of all my scars
Racing Homer in Hollywood
On the stage in Anaheim
living in Anaheim
I ain't nice but girls come from 9 to 9

Yo PP, is a millimeter
I'm too cool, I need a heater
With respect, I don't treat her
She ain't
(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,
Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are
Round after round and she always got the punchline
Take you out to Anaheim make you bride to Frankenstein
It’s alive, it’s alive she done caught me by
Anaheim
Bitches changing 'round me, but she keeps her fucking clothes off
I'm gonna stay down my path because I ain't take no loss
Ima keep on going up 'til
(A)So Get Up Bitch

(A)And Shake Your Stank Ass

[Chorus]

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(A)Laguna

(A)Anaheim

(A)Veijo

(A)Irvine

(V)Laguna

(V)Anaheim

(V)Veijo

(V)Irvine
Portland, Austin, Anaheim
Maybe not Anaheim, keep an open mind
I'm just sayin', baby
Let's go

I don't care
Anywhere

Like a river connects
cuando vuelve el pari, se baja de un ferrari
Y en Anaheim lo mira celebrando en un penhouse

Por que mi cuerpo es mi diario
Y mis tatuajes mi historia
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make-believe
and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We
fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you
to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make believe
Anaheim
I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito
And Santa Clarita and [unverified]

I'm pleased to meet you
I've been all around the world
And with

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