ORANGE SODA (feat. roseboy)
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
Sightsee light breeze chilly got a hoodie on
Dime-piece s'time we go n take dat hoodie off
Lookin' back I swear I do shit cuz I knew it wrong
Skr-skr sunset views from da boulevard
High school lunch money how I bully songs
Rookie of da year cuz it be clear I ain't a rookie dawg
Wake up in da mornin left her door wit all da JWLRY on
Yuh I luh dem cookies Papi's hand is in da cookie jar
Step in da buildin' n dey wavin' me down
Look glass ceilin' go lay on da couch
Phone keep ringin' cuz I stay in her mouf
Bih play yo wit titties when I'm weighin' da pound
Hustle da business I'm makin' my rounds
No mo doin' dishes we gon' stay eatin' out
Only got a kitchen cuz it came wit da house
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
She a LA vibe she a goldmine
V12 her ride German design
Hatchback her bitches fuck a double line
Hit her whole crew on the side and she don't mind
I be packing in the digits I'm a dope mine
Can't help but beat up my phone if it's a decline
She ain't allowed in the crib til she get the lease sign
I hit the loud in the crib she hit the police line
I miss her like I miss Venice Beach, and she miss my bedsheets
She trip like long vacation to Greece, she throw that shit overseas
I kiss her give what she meant to me, guess it wasn't meant to be
I miss her only in memory, just like
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
Sightsee light breeze chilly got a hoodie on
Dime-piece s'time we go n take dat hoodie off
Lookin' back I swear I do shit cuz I knew it wrong
Skr-skr sunset views from da boulevard
High school lunch money how I bully songs
Rookie of da year cuz it be clear I ain't a rookie dawg
Wake up in da mornin left her door wit all da JWLRY on
Yuh I luh dem cookies Papi's hand is in da cookie jar
Step in da buildin' n dey wavin' me down
Look glass ceilin' go lay on da couch
Phone keep ringin' cuz I stay in her mouf
Bih play yo wit titties when I'm weighin' da pound
Hustle da business I'm makin' my rounds
No mo doin' dishes we gon' stay eatin' out
Only got a kitchen cuz it came wit da house
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
She a LA vibe she a goldmine
V12 her ride German design
Hatchback her bitches fuck a double line
Hit her whole crew on the side and she don't mind
I be packing in the digits I'm a dope mine
Can't help but beat up my phone if it's a decline
She ain't allowed in the crib til she get the lease sign
I hit the loud in the crib she hit the police line
I miss her like I miss Venice Beach, and she miss my bedsheets
She trip like long vacation to Greece, she throw that shit overseas
I kiss her give what she meant to me, guess it wasn't meant to be
I miss her only in memory, just like
I miss California
Sippin' orange soda
Hittin' marijuana
I miss California
Credits
Writer(s): James Bucek
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