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Dead To Me California Sun

Last night I got so high I finally forgot your name It didn't take as long as I had thought But around my head tiny birds did sing with glorious music

can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to

I drove from Palmdale, California to Compton Drunk two 40-ounces, Old English 800, the club ended All the homies left my in the parkin lot toe' back Wasn't nobody out there but me

roll 'em up like that bomb ?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam? Leavin' a killa dead bodies nigga dressed in red But that's O-K a motherfucker look better dead CAlifornia

Lunasice] I'm wanted by the feds, these niggas, they want me dead, Cuz I done spread through their territory like the HIV. Sun down spots, suckas swallow

t you'd be dead what you've been given doesn't scare me, all your sights and sounds prepare me I could write a song and have the Lord put you and me

[CHORUS:] Califoria ueber alles California above all others [Dead Kennedy's:] California ueber alles [x2] I'm your governor Pete Wilson, ya know The

tell me what's the solution, how to get back home? [Charli 2na] Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks The Land of the Dead,

Here, see California, where pretty people dream Now see that icy vacant lot where they made your nose bleed The flannel spread, the heater on The world is dead, the sun