Southern California

Hook:
I can take you off to Southern California
I could get to know the (get to know the) real ya
I can take you off to Southern California
I could get to know the (get to know the) real ya

Verse 1:
Vision slowing down, I feel like I’m in a dream
Thoughts open down, just like people’s magazine
I don’t know if I can make it (make it) back to the other side
But now I’m in my zone, laying back contemplating life
I could juul no more, but I never smoked cigs
You’re no fool, no more, you've shoulda known to stick
I gotta fetish for the cute girls that value culture
I can’t get with fake girls any longer

Verse 2:
I can take you off to Southern California
I could get to know the (get to know the) real ya
I can take you off to Southern California
I could get to know the (get to know the) real ya

Never taking it to-the land of the twisted
But you said I should shoot and now I might’ve fucking missed it (missed it), so just
Cop me a sweater
Cashmere and leather
Catch me your ex, girl, I bet I treat fucking her better
Catch me a ski mask hit
Imma a go-getter
Catch me tearing up, waiting for summer
Yea your lungs might be a motherfuckin bummer
Twisted and lifted off that 420 blaze
Ripping some liquids fixing my ways
Yea, hahaha (you didn't even finish the verse)