Lyrics:
stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine
Shouldn't drive but I should really go home
I don't even know 'em but they won't leave here
Frightened by my own reflection
Desperate for a new
gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Down by the Riverside motel
It's ten below and falling
By a ninety-nine cent
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
This ain't paranoia
This is California
Best believe mothafucka, that they coming for ya
going without me
California
California
California
California drive-by, shooting film from the car
Church by the road like rockets pointing
znów ten czas
By zobaczyć kiedyś gdzieś
Ten kalifornijski brzeg
California plaża marzeń o niej mógłbym tylko śnić
California czas pokaże Gdybym tylko
(Lets get active)
(Yea, Yea, Yea)
(California fasho)
(Yea, Yea)
California California livin'
California California livin'
California California
cool, man, I tried to warn ya
You can tell by my style
I'm from California
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to chill and get high
In my California
AP's Emporium
Aloysius P says Hi
We're so glad you have come on by
Antiquities and Novelties
Dry goods from ceiling to floor
AP's Emporium
Where
Well, she's got jet pilot eyes from her hips on down.
All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.
She's five feet nine and she carries
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
man waitin by the monkey bars
Tradin all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star
And they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs
Well, she's got jet pilot eyes from her hips on down
All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town
She's five feet nine and she carries
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
the coast of Californ-I-A
Kick back, chill out, no fuss today
Today, today, today
Today, today, today
When I work my 9 to 5
It's an uphill battle
Well, she's got jet pilot eyes from her hips on down
All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town
She's five feet nine and she carries
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
day
I don't care what you're thinking
Baby, put your map away
'Cause we can go
Anywhere
Yeah we can go
Anywhere, I don't care
California
San Francisco Fan
Loved a no-good gamblin' man;
She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs
In a golden fryin' pan.
Can-canned by command,
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
so-called SoCal, glory awaits
Find me by the oceanside
Where I've surrendered to the tides
And crashed headfirst into California
I've got a lot on my mind
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land
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