California High
I look up and touch the sky
And I saw angels fly
I don't wanna come down
Just enjoying the ride
Oh, I'm California high
Counting the stars underneath my feet
Oh, you dream but you don't sleep
Even the saltwater tastes like wine
When you're California high
You'd think Picasso hung the sun on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open
When you're California high, mmm, yeah
Met a girl on the boulevard
Like a warm breeze, she blew away with my heart
I never will forget, yeah, that night
We got California high
We thought Picasso hung the moon on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open
We were California high
California high
California high, yeah-yeah
You'd think Picasso hung the moon on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost in that great wide open
When you're California high
Oh, no, no, California, California
Oh, it's just a state of mind
California, California, oh, California, California high
Oh, my mind, hey, now California high
And I saw angels fly
I don't wanna come down
Just enjoying the ride
Oh, I'm California high
Counting the stars underneath my feet
Oh, you dream but you don't sleep
Even the saltwater tastes like wine
When you're California high
You'd think Picasso hung the sun on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open
When you're California high, mmm, yeah
Met a girl on the boulevard
Like a warm breeze, she blew away with my heart
I never will forget, yeah, that night
We got California high
We thought Picasso hung the moon on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open
We were California high
California high
California high, yeah-yeah
You'd think Picasso hung the moon on that horizon
That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry
You get lost, you get lost in that great wide open
When you're California high
Oh, no, no, California, California
Oh, it's just a state of mind
California, California, oh, California, California high
Oh, my mind, hey, now California high
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Weaver, Lucas Santos, Sorocaba, Matt Rogers
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