California Gothic
(Tell me i'm wrong)
Gimme the mic
Slipping no Jimmy I'm mike
Way I be Gripping the glass and the steering wheel tight
Clearly delirious
Feeling ignorable
Four of those bitch I need two in the coupe
Flown
Gimme the phone
Gimme the rest of the loot
Gimme the number but clearly hoe I am not fucking with you
(Who who who)
Almost October no OVO
Drizzy I'm dizzy off half almost comatose
I'm in the motherfuckin back of the 4
Just tryna make my way back to the home I know
Pack and I'm on the floor
Packer I'm on the road
Ford what I'm whipping
Maybach when I'm back for more
You can catch me in the back of consignment
I'm eyeing a piece
Wining and dining the beat
Wining and dining the beat yeah
Underground status it's me
Brought a little hoe to the lead yeah
But that little bitch not fucking with me yeah
Ceiling staring
Bitch I'm feeling
Very very nice
Cherry-pitting
Stoning floating
Off and missing nights
Entertaining moments waining
Fanta fading sprite
Drop a spade and I'm belated
Crunching on the ice
I been dreaming of the drop
Dreaming of dropping a top
Spinning and watching it stop
AP from class to the watch
Get you a glass of the pop
Get you a name
Get you a face
Get a style and get you some game
Get you some increments
Spend it with innocence
Get it again and I'll keep it with valor
Tell me I'm listening
Spare me the lesson in lessening
Fit cause you know I be dressing it
What can I represent
All of the fortunate lesser than
Flicking the Bic and the detriment
Tell me who better then me
Here
Letters are free
Please go and write it
Catching you biting no Tyson
I'm floating and flying
And I bet these fools is still limping
I shoot and I'm Pippin
That mean that I'm scoring
I'm flooring the gas and I'm weaving with ease
Moving intention
With me no relenting
I'm still in this bitch and the tank is on E
I just been writing and spitting
I'm fighting no quitting
And that's just the daily
I'm saying
Im putting the words in a triplet pattern
And giving it all that I got
It's still nothing to me
Never been nothing to me yeah
Come with me hoe you'll come see yeah
I'm in the motherfucking clouds yeah
Don't worry I'll bring you back down
Gimme the mic
Slipping no Jimmy I'm mike
Way I be Gripping the glass and the steering wheel tight
Clearly delirious
Feeling ignorable
Four of those bitch I need two in the coupe
Flown
Gimme the phone
Gimme the rest of the loot
Gimme the number but clearly hoe I am not fucking with you
(Who who who)
Almost October no OVO
Drizzy I'm dizzy off half almost comatose
I'm in the motherfuckin back of the 4
Just tryna make my way back to the home I know
Pack and I'm on the floor
Packer I'm on the road
Ford what I'm whipping
Maybach when I'm back for more
You can catch me in the back of consignment
I'm eyeing a piece
Wining and dining the beat
Wining and dining the beat yeah
Underground status it's me
Brought a little hoe to the lead yeah
But that little bitch not fucking with me yeah
Ceiling staring
Bitch I'm feeling
Very very nice
Cherry-pitting
Stoning floating
Off and missing nights
Entertaining moments waining
Fanta fading sprite
Drop a spade and I'm belated
Crunching on the ice
I been dreaming of the drop
Dreaming of dropping a top
Spinning and watching it stop
AP from class to the watch
Get you a glass of the pop
Get you a name
Get you a face
Get a style and get you some game
Get you some increments
Spend it with innocence
Get it again and I'll keep it with valor
Tell me I'm listening
Spare me the lesson in lessening
Fit cause you know I be dressing it
What can I represent
All of the fortunate lesser than
Flicking the Bic and the detriment
Tell me who better then me
Here
Letters are free
Please go and write it
Catching you biting no Tyson
I'm floating and flying
And I bet these fools is still limping
I shoot and I'm Pippin
That mean that I'm scoring
I'm flooring the gas and I'm weaving with ease
Moving intention
With me no relenting
I'm still in this bitch and the tank is on E
I just been writing and spitting
I'm fighting no quitting
And that's just the daily
I'm saying
Im putting the words in a triplet pattern
And giving it all that I got
It's still nothing to me
Never been nothing to me yeah
Come with me hoe you'll come see yeah
I'm in the motherfucking clouds yeah
Don't worry I'll bring you back down
Credits
Writer(s): Damion Vidal Garcia
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- Everyone Pulls Away
- Who You Know (Clearly Not What)
- Would you please please please please please please please stop talking
- Rappaccini's Daughter
- California Gothic
- Cactus Plant no Flea Market
- Indigo Roses
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