Kota the Friend – California Lyrics
Am I A everyday, need my space, get a check
Get away, seven locks on my safe
It’s a sunset, I ain’t done yet
I be sippin’ on the Jasmine, never lackin’
I was comin’ off a bad trip, lotta bad s—
Tryna get it for my family, gotta stack it
I am happy with my Camry, I never had s—
I ain’t never been too fancy, I barely adlib
Y’all dramatic
Lately all I wanna do is water my flowers, ayy
Lay up with my woman, watch The Office for hours
Only f—–’ with it if it’s good for my soul, uh
Do not bring no drama if you callin’ my phone, yeah
Living room with a view, lunch, brunch, dinner too
If my shorty leave me I’ma turn her to an interlude
Bougie n—- only drinkin’ water with the minerals
Wifey lookin’ good, might just have another kid or two
All I know is how to turn a nothing into something
Shorty lookin’ at me like “I really shoulda f—– him”
Heard you crazy, hella lazy, pop up in your city like a f—–’ Banksy
B—-, pay me, sunshine on that Eastside, for the hood s—
One time for the bad tings with that good, good
Rain come, yeah I need that, put that seat back
Face palm to a [?] get away b—-
Shoulda sampled som’ on my window
Honey in my green tea, body is a temple
I just wanna be me, all this s— I’ve been through
Birdie came to tell a n—- hi, he like chirp chirp
If I see you f—–’ up the vibe, I’ma skrt, skrt
Peace lover but you still could end up in the dirt, hurt
Workin’ for that good life, searchin’ for your purpose
Hidin’ out in Northern California gettin’ lit, lit
Call me up, whatchu want?
If it’s love, then it’s done
Thirty days on the run, lemonade in the sun
Holla if you give a f—, that’s a dub
If you love it give it love
If you love it give it love
Chillin’ when I’m in the hood, healin’ but I’m doin’ good
Got a little scratch and bought a house up on the riverside
Yeah I did it how I said, yeah I left it all behind
Yeah I’m gettin’ hella rest, yeah I’m really gettin’ mine
All I know is how to turn a nothing into something
Shorty lookin’ at me like “I really shoulda f—– him”
Heard you crazy, hella lazy, pop up in your city like a f—–’ Banksy
B—-, pay me, sunshine on that Eastside, for the hood s—
One time for the bad tings with that good, good
Rain come, yeah I need that, put that seat back
Face palm to a [?] get away b—-
Get away b—-
