San Francisco
I wanna go to San Francisco, more than just a trip
I wanna see some pretty faces and learn what heartbreak really is
I'm driving up to San Francisco, I need to get away
I wanna see my people, I wanna feel okay
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
I met a boy named Leonardo down in San Francisco
Took me through the alley, climbed up all the stairs
Golden brown skin and your golden brown hair
Oh San Francisco, a mother fucker gets cold
I trade my shades for your sweater, look so dope together
Follow you wherever
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna lay with you all day
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna stay here in the bay
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna lay with you all day
Wake me up in San Francisco, there's no one like you in LA
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
I wanna see some pretty faces and learn what heartbreak really is
I'm driving up to San Francisco, I need to get away
I wanna see my people, I wanna feel okay
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
I met a boy named Leonardo down in San Francisco
Took me through the alley, climbed up all the stairs
Golden brown skin and your golden brown hair
Oh San Francisco, a mother fucker gets cold
I trade my shades for your sweater, look so dope together
Follow you wherever
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna lay with you all day
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna stay here in the bay
Wake me up in San Francisco, I wanna lay with you all day
Wake me up in San Francisco, there's no one like you in LA
Denim on denim; that's bold
When we kiss it tastes like rose gold
And he got a nice cuff, chain peaking through his shirt looks tough as fuck
And I like your sunglasses, faded so clean and classic
I wouldn't have it any other way, hit you up next time I'm in the bay
Credits
Writer(s): Les Baxter, Albert Harris
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