Lyrics:
clubbing with your dumb ass
At least they ain't found my gun stash
Welcome to Californication
You might come for vacation
Welcome to Californication
But you
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers
dirt road junkies know them country folk slangin
Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for your mentals
My neighborhood homies got them backwoods
and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by
clowns
It's the point you gotta batten down the hatches
Strike a book of matches and put it right by your cabbage
You very average, me I'm rotten
I'm not falling for it
No I'm not falling for it
'Cus my mother cried a thousand times
She's sick of all your shit
And no none of it was justified
on the country's Backside
But here's the downside
My skin is white
And a typical indigenous Life lost
Is done by a white
For us if the police would Fight
Then these
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
tryna show her I'm a nice country boy with designer trousers
Howdy, Girl, what's your name, what's your number, have you heard this song by me? Where I'm
in your head yeah till the end of time
I wanna be you, let's switch for a day
You wanna be me then baby take my place
I've been stressed can you see it
Uh a lil' Compton nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga
One time for my niggas
You know Compton, nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga kendrick Lamar
Back with
Storch, and a Porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury
to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little
green for eternity
You never gonna see me go hungry
Cause I'm going nuts enough to feed a whole country
It's a haymaking vacation
In social isolation,
country
I do this shit for the money
Call your girl yeah she my honey
When I spit this shit go dummy
Got you callin’ for your mommy
When I come true mans go
wife, cutie"
She smiled and she asked me, "How?"
I said, "Shh... (Ima just do it)"
You been datin' that girl for like, huh, 6 years though
You livin' by
I'ma make it happen
Travel all around the country in a station wagon
Take it back, you reminisce on all your favorite classics
My words play more than
We all wanna act like were so great
Why this country full of hate?
Police man got an attitude
And just because your black he might kill you
People
Die... To Kill... Your Daughter's Now Mine
Your're Flesh For The Worms
In Bondage You Weep, My Hatred Will Never Die
Cry... The Blood Burns Black... In
not your country
For all mankind, For all humanity
For the well being, of all human beings
For all Earthlings, so fuck ur money
Fuck this, capitalist,
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
as well give up your heart
Where does it end?
I got my hands up, what else am I supposed to do?
Where does it end?
Tell me, where's the love for everything
sycophantic with the microphone
But I need a minute to celebrate life though
Never been more content
So don't ask about my depression
I saw your mascara drip
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