California Christmas

[VERSE 1]
Uh, feeling like its my birthday, even on my worst day
All odds against me, I'll even out the worst case
Came out modest but now I'm braggadocios
The world is in my palm at least ’til I decide to close it
No need to po’ it, cuz baby girl love when we 4 Lok'in
Told to to bring the edibles, make sure the batch is potent
Went from sugar bread sandwiches to eating four courses
You couldn't walk a mile in some shoes you ain't affording
I lose you when recording, but you still listen
Cause this music for ya soul makes you feel different
We still sipping the sangria ’til the fruit at the bottom
Letting the best of our today's get to the root of our problems
See, the future has no past when you're shooting the stars up
And the present's simply a present, depending who wants it
It's the freaking weekend, we about to get in some trouble
With some freak-a-leaks and they just commending this hustles
We live it up

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Learning to master this game called life and never show my cards
Staying sucker free eliminates more problems when it gets too hard
Still I gotta make the best of it all
Cause if I'm not than in not living at all

[VERSE 2]
You see, there's angels in my corner
Soon every known nation
Ya lady's in my phone book in heavy rotation
I like my women educated
Somewhat low maintenance
But still likes to stunt depending on the location
Bread in the south, but California raised him
Ladies lay me down, Californication
Progress made only got me more anxious
Take a knee and thank him
Especially for this patience
The hood's in my heart, but I'm far from good
I'm good from afar, but I'm far from good
Who wouldn't want to be great?
Feels like I'm short changed
Nobody told me it'd cost this much to afford a dream
They say I have no backup, that's always looked at
What's a backup to somebody who never looks back?
But we don't care what they say, my life is like a pay day
That means a Friday, I'm doing things my way

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Learning to master this game called life and never show my cards
Staying sucker free eliminates more problems when it gets too hard
Still I gotta make the best of it all
Cause if I'm not than in not living at all

[VERSE 3]
Nowadays I'm so inspired
The drama takes me higher
Ironic I'm on top from all these problems I've acquired
Black man and his desires
You see blow up
Black sand in Top Siders, they keep me grown up
Way farer gone than y'all
Wayfarers on my dome
Gotta keep a poker face for every card I've ever owned
I'm gone
And that be what better times made
Counting these blessings
Call it better times-tables

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Learning to master this game called life and never show my cards
Staying sucker free eliminates more problems when it gets too hard
Still I gotta make the best of it all
Cause if I'm not than in not living at all
Learning to master this game called life and never show my cards
Staying sucker free eliminates more problems when it gets too hard
Still I gotta make the best of it all
Cause if I'm not than in not living at all