| Weed smoking mirrors
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| God i live the life
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| Singing 'bout rodeo cuz i hear that shits a vibe
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| And it’s heavenly and sunny, everybody looks at money but i wake up everyday
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| feeling like no-one fucking loves me
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| Fake friends, drinking casamigos on the weekends
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| But no-one i can hit up if i need them
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| They’re all 3000 miles away
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| I think Southern California doesn’t love me no more
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| I know i came here for a reason but right now i’m not sure
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| It’s so easy lovin' you, when you’re blinded by the view
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| But i think Southern California doesn’t love me no more
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| Got some friends with bigger houses but no couches i could crash on
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| Throw on some bullshit, turn around and call it fashion
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| Here take my number, so we can never talk
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| Let’s hang out tonight, except for if something better comes along
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| Fake friends, turning up to migos in the weekends
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| But no-one i could hit up if i need them
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| They’re all 3000 miles away
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| I think Southern California doesn’t love me no more
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| I know i came here for a reason but right now i’m not sure
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| It’s so easy lovin' you, from the hills to Malibu
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| But i think Southern California doesn’t love me no more
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| Swear i’m out, then you call and i’m back in
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| Keep it real, are you you or just acting?
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| You promised me, that you wouldn’t lose yourself
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| I think Southern California doesn’t love me no more
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| I know i came here for a reason but right now i’m not sure
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| It’s so easy lovin' you, from the hills to Malibu
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| But i think Southern California doesn’t love me no more |