Lyrics:
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
San Francisco
And found it in the streets of Baltimore
There must be someone wanting true love
Could it be you?
Hey vie got so much inside me to give
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L.A.
on word is bond
San Francisco rock rock on word is bond
Yeah, bitch ass niggas rock this!
C-O-O-L
I might dine in San Francisco
Dance all night in Rome
I go any freakin' place I want to
And my Lear jet brings me home
I got ladies by
fires on that New Year’s visit at the beginning of 2018
I came to feel that Lisbon is San Francisco’s Atlantic twin
From the three-quarter-sized doors
and disco
I take cities by storm
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco
Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco
After dinner, girls come over in
on the fang neglected
Run with the wolfpack
When I was young and low out here in San Francisco
I could rely on the fire of my friends, now I can
Carry a few
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
I rolled off the San Francisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me
they got right there in the
San Francisco mothafuckin' bay, yeah
Where your Playaz Club at 4?
My Playaz Club right in the heart of Fillmoe
Uh, I
mind
Funking you out, without a doubt, Aries is my sign
I'm cookoo for cocoa with my vocal
When I'm in San Francisco or when I'm local
The Emmazah,
you never could see,
In Californie she’d never wait there,
Well I searched for her in Monterey,
And to the bay of San Francisco,
I walked all the way
Honolul-a
San Francisco, Ashtabula
You're gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I'll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
You're
Vienna, San Francisco, St Petersburg
The world wanted you
How bright you shone
And still shine now
Although you've gone
(Dancing star) that's what
Oregon, Seattle Washington
San Francisco by the bay, San Diego what you say
Tulsa Oklahoma, black wall street you know we love ya
Kingsten Jamaica,
I get nostalgic every time I think about you
Like the time we took the BART train to San Francisco just for the view
And the rain came down like
I’ve never been to San Francisco
I’ve never touch down in LA
I’ve never seen the sparkle of the golden coast
But darling, I know with out you won’t
Watching a dawn
In San Francisco
Growing up by your side
As the last of the sun rays shine
Funny how life
Would make us grow up fast
Asking 4
back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
The worn out disco when tempers cooled
There is no water, there is no sound
Will you come around? Will
I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids
On a crowded street somewhere
The sky was red and he said
"Would you like to come be a part
You're gonna make me give myself a good talking to.
I'll look for you in old Honolulu,
San Francisco and Ashtabula,
You're gonna have to leave me
and help me turn it out
San Francisco, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon and help me turn it
out
And, Miami, BANG, rock the house, POW, c'mon
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