Lyrics:
on a sunny day
Tell me what I don't know
About when you're alone
Don't go, away
Nightmares of my summer days
With my head up in the clouds
I couldn't see what
When I open
The window
I smell very scented
Roses
Even if I die
The sun will rise
And shine on me
Even when I'm buried in the sky
California smells
finna grind me, high she behind me
Lead naka, up in this high-ny
I be A-li kwan foot like a butterfly, sting like she ma-mi
Ma knee woof woof fine hon-ey
This is pro-ethno-terical! Back it up
I Spell it with a C
Cacophonies Cornucopia under Canopy
Celebration California comes acrylic pastels
Paint
up the kid?
Y’all think that -40 life is how we ‘posed to live?
Shit, I need to dip to Mexico or California
The summer is never leaving, where the days
Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Lit up every campfire I found out in
there
Blowing in on a California night
So if it's all gone and I can't go on
Well I'm sure as hell not ready to die
[Chorus]
to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars that fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to LA
She just
is just too hard to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars that fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to L.A., we'll live forever
The California life alone is just too hard to bear
We'll live in a house that looks out over the ocean
half the summer fixing every little thing
And the other half in our new bedroom under covers
And when the weather turned we fired up the big old furnace
Why did you become so unfamiliar
With the things that I never knew you were
After a year and a half we had the best time
In Northern California
He
Hear that whistle, wind and holler
Waking you up in the night
All the way from California
Casanova has arrived
Headlined on the morning paper
Well this season it reminds me
Of being down and out in Carolina
I drove back to California and I took my time
Had a friend who rode beside me
for California
To find your lover, driving day and night
And every small-town diner
Saw our faces at least once or twice
But in these motel rooms
Making love under a ceiling fan but in my mind we’re in the california sand
Beneath the stars of Malibu and the bluest of moons nowhere else I'd rather be
It was late at night somewhere on the 113
Playing California Stars, three quarter tank of gasoline
When you fell asleep in the backseat by your
touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe
on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Man, the night comes and
A gangsta's intuition
I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I'm lookin for
Girl, I don't love you
[ CHORUS 1 ]
You know you gotta be paid
If you want to come jump in my cool-Aid
[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]
I'm from Vallejo,
Oh dear, follow me to california Shores in the west
I'll be waiting here for you to Come by light into my life
The train leaves at night so pack Your
like it in my life.
The cow gave birth and her calves are snow white;
They huddle up close together at night,
cnd the mama cow leans down and cleans her
high
Alcohol y Funk aquí siempre hay
Haciendo dinero in the middle of the night
Más de 20 años viviendo la movie
Us gangstas Dont dance we Boogie
I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun.
In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California.
This lonely live takes to I-80 to try
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