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interacted and who was and wasn’t mask less
Then I’m cataloging gloves considering my tactics
How can I unplug from something so interactive
So love I will
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
to get on while I smoke my chronic
California dreaming this year
I love the South West where I feel so blessed
California dreaming still
I don't remember
Now so many things have been written, in poetry, stories and song
But I want to share my own feelings, rather than just sing along
The place of my
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
someone can't be me
God I want someone to love
But this bedroom is cluttered enough
Messy piles, the floor hidden so well
That I can't see
Several years
right at home
It was expensive there but like so many I fell in love from the start
I remember my mother saying it's where she left her heart
I think
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell
I can't
a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen'
She made our cloths on her treadle machine
So we could go to school
They taught us to love the family and live by the golden rule
Daddy read from
nigga, young girls with Penny figures
So many niggas, stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us
the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So
control
Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old
You want to be on, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
Huh?
Yeah
Produced by me
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri
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
beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
Squeeze her
She's a
Diva
She's
lit
Or an amethyst
Shining beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
Seen them chosen and you bid on that set up for a six
foot ditch with your family in front of you
So many niggas slip
That's how they slide a bitch up
I got so many things to tell you, but we're so opposite
Second guessing if I tell you, that you were on my list
Then I would break the spell that
to the Museum of the Moving Image
In Queens i've suggested it because I
Know Ocean's love of movies
Is so engulfing that
They've become a part of his vocabulary
Messy piles, the floor hidden so well
That I can't see
Several years after I met you
I'd started and stopped smoking by then
My throat was sore
And we
many a times
You in California seem so far away
Goodnight
Far away
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
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